The Tragic Tale of a Desire For the past ten days, I have been lying in the trash bin in the corner of the minister's office. Piles of my helpless sisters, along with countless abandoned brothers in the form of recommendation letters, invitations, greetings, and petitions, have fallen on me. I am buried under them, struggling to breathe. The garbage collector hasn't come for two days either. My last wish is to at least escape this suffocating pile and reach a recycling plant, where I might be of some use to the country. It would have been better if I