Lately, there are more and more waiting times between calling a place and listening on the phone to a non-automatic human voice. From the beginning I feel that robotic farewell formulas usually put me in the umbrella, and the repetitive melody that I feel when I calm down doesn't usually make me even more worried.
Since it wasn't urgent, I decided by chance that I would try to take it calmly. I spent the whole day sticking to my phone, and every time I got a hole, I linked myself to marking the same sequence of numbers as many times as necessary. I've been calling and calling, I'm not going to tell you exactly where. I'm not going to tell you exactly where, because it was a certain place, but there could be another one, because there could be many more.
"Music, music and more music until I got really upset. The next day, even though I had waited a long time, the index finger wanted to jump on its own up to 2 keys."
Something weird happened to me since I first called. The voice of the answering machine wanted to propose different alternatives, and he asked me about language first of all. If you want me to answer you in Basque, press 1 and I was surprised that at least as far as the order is concerned the Basque was prioritized, but I thought I should not be surprised because for me. If you want to answer in Basque press 1 and to finish the phrase had the index finger above key 1. Then came another two questions to answer numerically, followed by the
música.La music, music and more music until I got really upset.
The next day, even though I had already waited a long time, the index finger wanted to jump on its own up to 2 keys. He rebelled, and I couldn't stop him. It was music's turn. It was the same penetrating melody of the day before, but fortunately it didn't last as long as the day before. A female voice interrupted her in a few seconds. Of course he addressed me in Spanish. I explained the doubts I had and built the monotony with an air. The call lasted just two minutes.
When I hung the phone, I kept looking at the screen for a moment. It seemed to me a good example to talk about us. With a diglosis that crosses our people side-by-side. With the speeches' heads, with the time they impede us, and, in the end, with the accumulated frustration of having to give in desperately.