I still remember those days when I was young and I didn’t care too much about health issues. I was working on a Gantry crane, at height, lifting incredibly heavy objects, and I was happy with my job. I never thought how much it affects my nerves, all that responsibility I had of not dropping objects from the hook onto my colleagues heads.

Now I’m old and I wish I wasn’t that worn out. If only I knew that workers have rights, I would have appealed to my bosses to give me my rights. I remember that for three years in a row I didn’t have a vacation. How do you think that affected me? At that time, I thought it didn’t matter. Now I know it did. I had to see the retirement party gifts I received from my friends to realize how old I actually am.