You can forget about that here in the West, even in the East things are changing. You have to earn money, commute, and want to finish work on time
How did my (great)grandparent generation still manage that? A 70-hour week underground or at the plant or as a housewife with children and little help, a allotment garden on the side, and still solidarity everywhere. Quitting time was only when you couldn’t help elsewhere anymore. More children than today were raised on the side as well. With an outhouse and coal stove at first.
Either they were all Superman, or it really is true: our modern lifestyle makes us physically weak, mentally poor, and less socially connected.
Today you come home after 8 hours of sitting in front of the PC, flushed through rush hour traffic, and need time off so badly that there’s no strength left for others. Obviously that doesn’t do anyone any good. So why do it?
Because the hamster wheel feels like a career ladder from the inside? And we are all so happy when the number on the pay slip is right?