I was in a restaurant, and I remembered. I tried to find the waitress to ask her for the bill, but I couldn't remember which waitress had served me. It was not important to remember her face, and now all the uniforms blended her into the others. Which is what uniforms are meant to do. You are a function. A soldier, a student, a cleaning monk, a cook, a waitress like any other.
And I realised this was the way to hide for as long as I needed.
I have been a mover for three months. I sent a CV lying about my experience, saying that I had worked in moving back in the country I was born in according to my passport. After a quick induction I started as mover.
We move almost everything. The buses and trains are our responsibility. When someone wants a letter or parcel delivered, it is us who take it from them where it needs to go. We take the furniture from the store to your house and from old house to new house. We move the recreational drugs from outside the city to the distributors and move the bricks and sacks of cement in construction sites.
There are things we do not move. We do not move food, which is the realm of waitresses. We do not move weapons which is the realm of soldiers.
We do not move the sick, the dead, the filth nor the rubbish. That is the realm of the monks.
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