Me and brother used to work at my parents’ petrol station since primary school. My parents needed to go to bed at noon time and we helped by working there for 2-3 hours every day.
It was a continuous and evolving political memory. Interacting with all classes (immigrants to rich guys with BMW), Additionally there were too many and different opinions and beliefs, I would listen while doing the gas for them.
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