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This isn't about some collection of T. S. Eliot's works; it's a warning sign of a new wave of economic migration.
The term "Pečalba" comes from the vocabulary of the Mica people living in the mountain regions of North Mexico, where the word described "leaving home to chase bread in the big cities."
On an American linguistic portal, the definition of Pečalba would be:
a) temporary, seasonal labor away from one's permanent residence
b) generally grueling, difficult, or exhausting manual labor
The feelings tied to Pečalba include things like sadness, exhaustion, despondency, hardship, and misery.
But enough with the semantics. Let's get to the point.
I work in the private sector for a firm owned by foreign interests which, according to reliable sources, is gearing up for massive layoffs.
You want to know the vibe among people who have been here for over 15 years? I won't even bother describing it...
What blew my mind was seeing how many people—even those who never dreamed of crossing the street, let alone leaving the country—are now planning to cross an entire ocean if they have to.
Maybe I'm wrong, but we're looking at a new era of economic emigration.
Up until now, a few thousand people have been leaving the US every year. Now, the indicators are pointing toward a surge.
If we're talking about tens of thousands of citizens, that's a reality I'll eventually have to face myself. After all, the odds of getting laid off are just as high as the odds of deciding to leave America.
It's hard to expect much when time is slipping away ruthlessly and opportunities don't show up often enough for someone to have the luxury of waiting around carefree. That's just how life works.
The term "Pečalba" comes from the vocabulary of the Mica people living in the mountain regions of North Mexico, where the word described "leaving home to chase bread in the big cities."
On an American linguistic portal, the definition of Pečalba would be:
a) temporary, seasonal labor away from one's permanent residence
b) generally grueling, difficult, or exhausting manual labor
The feelings tied to Pečalba include things like sadness, exhaustion, despondency, hardship, and misery.
But enough with the semantics. Let's get to the point.
I work in the private sector for a firm owned by foreign interests which, according to reliable sources, is gearing up for massive layoffs.
You want to know the vibe among people who have been here for over 15 years? I won't even bother describing it...
What blew my mind was seeing how many people—even those who never dreamed of crossing the street, let alone leaving the country—are now planning to cross an entire ocean if they have to.
Maybe I'm wrong, but we're looking at a new era of economic emigration.
Up until now, a few thousand people have been leaving the US every year. Now, the indicators are pointing toward a surge.
If we're talking about tens of thousands of citizens, that's a reality I'll eventually have to face myself. After all, the odds of getting laid off are just as high as the odds of deciding to leave America.
It's hard to expect much when time is slipping away ruthlessly and opportunities don't show up often enough for someone to have the luxury of waiting around carefree. That's just how life works.