I was working in a bank,
And that day was sent to give salaries to a small branch,
One of the bank branches outside of our city,
Far in suburbs, where was no light after ten.
I was new, messed up everything possible,
After nine I was going back home,
It was dark, only me and the moon.
One step, I didn't feel nothing under my foot,
Next I am standing on the ground,
Have no idea what happened.
Next day, I had to go back, to fix some mistakes,
Exchange wrong papers,
And on that place it was a hole with garbage,
In the dark I turned in the wrong side.
After a while, I quit and moved in with my aunt in the big city, our region capital..
