كي تصل إلى كنزك عليك أن تكون يقظاً للعلامات، فقد كتب الله قدرنا على جبيننا، واختار لكل منا الحياة التي عليه أن يحياها، وليس عليك إلا أن تقرأ ما كُتب لك

Because my memory is a lie.” “Mine, too. All memories are lies. We all invent the past. Do you think my parents were really the way I remember them today?

He wakes up utterly bored and discomfited, chagrined to think that he did not die overnight.

And workers who needed to go to the bathroom weren't allowed to take a break. They were forced to pee right on the slaughterhouse floor, near meat that people would soon be eating.

Written By Eric Schlosser

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