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Shvoong Home>Books>Novels & Novellas>The fraction of a second Review

The fraction of a second

Book Review   by:HerzEnRose     Original Author: Rolando Heuscher
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This abstract was translated from Der Bruchteil einer Sekunde
 
The fraction of a second can change our complete life. Whether in a positive way or in a negative one, and partly we don't pay attention to this fraction. Only in the second when it affects us, our life changes and we actually pay attention. Mostly you wonder what would have happend if you hadn't percipienced that fraction or if it hadn't appeared in his shape, and nevertheless you experienced it and you have to manage it with all further consequences and go on. Our company earns its money by such fractions of one second. We produce wheelchairs and sell them all over the world. They consist in different models, colors, with nearly endless options to make the life easier for our costumers who bear their destiny. Bare and colored wheels complete the appearance. During assembling of the wheelchairs the routine creeped in and you assemble the chairs nearly like a robot and not like a human being. Your thoughts orbit your everyday life and not the destinies which fill your pay packet. There are moments which show you quite plainly the things which happend. Concerning mostly childrens wheelschairs. Such demands change your own mood. Your concentration grows. So does the ability of your eyes to detect every single mistake directly. Accuracy of work becomes now most important. Any little error of the coated pieces isn't overlooked and you become pickier. It's not the wheelchair which counts but the destiny. It's not the time to produce the chair which counts any more but your sympathies more then thousend miles away. The child don't percipience that sympathy but nevertheless it exist. In the fraction of a second I became a part of him or her. And it wasn't me who gave the force to the child but the child gave it to me across thousend of miles and at once the own sorrows, the own destiny don't count any more.
Published: September 24, 2005   
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