My battery suddenly went out. Bilal did not notice and went on. I stumbled on one of the stones cluttering over the gangway and fell. A log hit me on the back of the head flatting the face on the stone. The nose gristle was broken and the nose turned to the left. Despite the pain I take it in the hand and set on the place. It did not make me any prettier… Especially after bruises around the eyes (glasses) nose and lips formed. I could not get a sick leave as the section chief fell ill with a heart attack and being his assistant I had to substitute him. Besides, it was a big section with five foremen for whom I had to stand in. For the mine did not have general day-offs and worked on flextime.
The most annoying was the fact that everyone passing by looked at my tanned face reproachfully shook their head and said, «Stroked…»