Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Breasts In Push Up Bra

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Mayor,

I have the honor to solicit your kindness the intervention of the municipal health service

Back from Strasbourg after the wedding, Andre promises a dignified life. Promise of the Republican and religious institution to any newly arrived from Alsace. After getting off the train at Gare de l'Est, the subway for the first time. Change at Strasbourg Saint-Denis by the steep stairs and end up on the dock, the tired mind and excited the night trip to Porte de Saint-Cloud. Perhaps they have taken the bus for a morning crossing of my capital. Not easy to do this journey of change and too likely to return to the factory. Did they have any rights to days off for the wedding. Already taken for the event which had moved a large part of the family came to North Duquenoy. Back Express, install the new family down the street from Old Bridge Sevre direction the door Emile Zola, recalling what fiction they belonged.
Check in the "flat" from 12 m2 for four. A bit of outdoor space that will delight young. Until next 12 a staircase leading to a single apartment above them: that of Houyez. First memory of Jean-Claude: twins bawling at the top of the stairs. First contact. Back in the single room on the floor. High humidity. This is the first fight, find an apartment.
Letter Writing to the Mayor for adequate housing. It was not written by André and Marguerite. A model for explaining the situation demands:

This accommodation located on the ground floor comprises a single room of 12 m2, built on land full of high humidity, which causes bad health of my children and especially that of my son, the unpleasant odors from the cesspool and toilet located near the common room itself; the inconvenience presented by the lack of space for installation beds, the heater and furniture strictly necessary for our household.

There is no question but the flat part , health and a future for a family. Die hard. I have never known or seen the conditions of this room and far above the idea of taking photographs. Far from us with laptops based on photos. Just write the situation, to call a relative, a guy from the factory union or pay someone to successfully understand this letter holes. Show the City Council that there are homes like this in his city. Not in Boulogne Billancourt but. In the stream, where they were, workers and those on the edge of Boulogne . Bringing two cities into one. Unity in any form but in the landscape. Billancourt hearing the siren. Cut by avenue Edouard Vaillant Leclerc and by the passage of trams. Confused.

To be heard at all costs. Without knowing how long it takes. Maybe a life but to be heard from the creek.

With anticipated thanks, I took you accept, Mr. Mayor my most respectful greetings.

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