Sadness, my brothers. Great sadness. How much longer? I'm asking you ?! How much longer is this oppression? That torture? That mental and physical terror? What can I write to you and then stay alive? Not to feel the wrath of Divine proportions !? How many heroes experienced Tantalus' torments because of some minor, unintentional, small mistake ?! Countless. The situation is getting worse every day, brothers. It's time to raise our faltering and muffled voice. Let's straighten our crooked spines from wiping and vacuuming, brothers. Let's raise our foreheads for a better tomorrow. Let's start it with a silent boycott. For starters, let's refuse to wash dishes without gloves. Let us be provided with basic working conditions. Let this be the beginning of a brighter future for men. Ah those women, you can't with them, and you can't do without them! I edited the photo because the original text was in Serbian.
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Communicate and solve the issue together.