I wonder when I am driving, thinking about the things every driver sees,

The time spent looking through the glass window, right in front of the driver,

driving through city, through the busy main streets,

looking at all the workers bent in all the nearby strawberry fields,

They’ve been bending themselves there since 6 in the morning,

their bodies exhausted, legs and back aching,

the idea of making money at first was really great,

working 14 hours everyday now makes everyone want to take a big long break,

It does not matter anymore if we become rich or not,

bent here on the fields we work like slaves, trying to enjoy bits of time also,

working hard to leave some money for our kids like birds building a nest,

it is now all about our and their survival, surviving in this forest.