In my hall, all the young boys and men were the ones that carried the mikes. Then you had to be baptized to handle them. I was crushed. I was just allowed to run the sound console and was very happy about that. I waited a couple of years and then got baptized. They asked me within the week to handle the mikes. I think that the brother got the picture without me actually giving him the finger.
I was quite the silent rebel in the hall after a while. I wouldn't sing, wouldn't answer, wouldn't handle the mikes, wouldn't be in the school. Fuck them. I hate them.
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