Dominique is the boyfriend of Fanny, whose story was published here a few days ago.
Here’s his story:
“On the morning of December 2nd I learned my mother’s death, she killed herself. I had a good job, I kept going to work so as not to think about it, and it didn’t lead to the results I was hoping for: on December 10th I lost my job. I’m a garbage man, I run 11 kilometers a day and pick up three tons of trash an hour. Yes my man, I’m a war machine, I like to work. Hard work, work that nobody wants to do, I like that man. I had behaviour issue when I was younger, I’d break my stuff, I had agressivity issues. With this job, I could let it all out. It’s the driver who complained about my attitude because I asked him multiple times to give me more space, because when I turned around I’d hit my elbow against the truck. At some point he went to complain, and the driver’s always right, never the helper in the back. I went to see the foreman in his office, and it’s an industry kind of like in construction, where people kind of talk to you like shit ; not to tell you they think you’re shit, but they don’t necessarily talk to you properly. And that day it got me pumped, I asked him to let me out of his office, he blocked the door, I pushed him and he fell down. I had serious compulsiveness issues when I was young, and losing my mother brought me right back to that place, it brought me back to when I was twelve years old. I worked so hard on this, you have no idea, in six years my girlfriend never saw me like this, I snapped.”
“We’re getting evicted from our apartment. The landlord is a real good guy, but his wife has a degenerative diseases and it costs him $2000 worth of medication per month, so I understand him. We’re trying to raise 820$ in 10 days to pay our rents. I do everything in construction work, except electricity. But whether it be concrete, ceramic, plaster, I do the rough-in, the floors, the shingles, name it, I’ll do it. I’ll go with my eyes closed and my heart open, I’m not afraid to put in some hours.”
