FOR 1600 EUROS
Under the cold neon light, for 1600 euros I take on enormous risks and responsibilities, while the darkness of the nights becomes an accomplice to my efforts, I fly over time, skip holidays and accumulated rest in an account that will never be paid to me.
350,000 complaints, a number that scratches the soul, my skin marked by insults, kicks, punches, sometimes even death. Christmas and Easter, distant mirages, while the world celebrates, I work, with trembling hands, but not out of fear.
We are the category with the highest number of injuries, suicides, burnout – but recognition? A chimera, an elusive dream, my intellectual profession, locked in a sector of laborers, mobility hindered, a single contract, a mirage.
My managers,
the political class that earns five times more than me,
with less training and fewer scruples,
say that I earn well.
But they don't know, they don't see
the weight of sleepless nights,
of lives saved and lost,
of the heart that beats ever stronger,
ever more alone.
And yet, despite the love for those who suffer,
we are forced to leave the country, with great pain,
because staying in these conditions is an offense
to the profession itself.
We refuse to bow,
because only those without a backbone can endure all this.
For 1600 euros, we are nurses,
and this is our cry of farewell and dignity.
By Vincenzo Parisi - Nurse
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