September 16
At work we had a mess of those that occur from time to time. A book has gone wrong, and blame the mess is not clear. You can be who composed, who printed it, who was editorial coordinator in our own office, or the faults may be split between all parties. As for the worst repeat the printing, and is an expensive book, I talk to everyone before deciding anything. That pushes me to something I like, although I do often enough: visit the press. It is a large print, very sophisticated machinery. We treat the problem that brought me, and then, more relaxed, the situation of the sector. Between memories, some news about people gossiping about the office and some laughs, the press mourn with overwhelming data, the crisis, and how it has beaten the entire graphic arts industry. Talking about people I know who are very good in you, but have fallen more black unemployment, and no longer find another job. Back to the office with the grim mood. And I remember a man I met when I started, a real expert in time, the linotype, and then when they disappeared in the typesetting. A formidable spell, too. One day, after an earlier crisis, which left firms composition reduced to a minimum, I found him cutting tickets at the door of the cinema Carlos III. We smiled uncomfortably and we said nothing.
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