"Come back at home earlier than yesterday !"
"I will try"
"I am not asking you to try I want you to do it"
"I will do it..." I said reluctantly
He didn't understand that I was working hard, very very hard.
I was going to the restaurant at the street corner.
It was not an agreeable place: there were old buildings surrounded by little groups of persons.
They were very reserved.
He thought that they were the Mob, and he didn't want me to approach them for any reason.
Of course I would'nt talk to them, it was inconceivable.
I would just take the street to go to the restaurant.
I was studying food service to become a chief.
He didn't like it either.
He was saying that it is not a good job, that I should try more difficult objectives, and more honorable.
He prefered that I worked in the opposite of the street, as an engineer, that was one of the "best jobs of all time".
Since it was impossible to reason with him, I continued without his approbation.
I had to work until late at night, because it was the favourable moment to learn as many people would go to the restaurant to celebrate the birth of a child, a marriage, or even just to have fun, meet other persons.
These moments could bring me a lot of knowledge and experiences.
Even if he went there himself to celebrate the birth of his own nephew, he couldn't understand me.