Husband-dude sat on the toilet crying listening to a protest song against the deportations.
He works every single day, his entire work focus is helping people learn Swedish, to have access to information, and provide a social centre in the library. When I tell folks he's a #librarian they assume he just bumbles about reading books.
He works longer hours than anyone I know. He clocks out after 8 hours, and then work 2-3 more per day because there isn't money enough to cover the work needed (cont)
(cont) deportations, racism, isolation and the segregation of Swedish society. He gets paid bullshit money, refuses to get paid more because there isn't money enough and he and other librarians all do this while still feeling like they don't do enough.
They get more and more responsibilities, and less and less money. His boss had to basically commit a form of fraud to get the money to stretch. Cops, social workers and politicians agree their work is key in the crime riddled area the (cont)
(cont) library is located. People who live there consider it a key part of their social glue.
The man have gotten in writers, poets, musicians, events. He have helped with goddamn social service applications.
And there he sits. On the toilet. Feeling worthless because he can't do enough. There aren't days enough in the week.
He makes piss money. Just like his colleges but if you ask them about it all of them can rattle off the "LIbrarian mission" in Sweden. (last cont)
(cont) he organizes book circles for people who where not allowed due to their gender to learn how to read.
He organizes introductions to the library as a social center for newcomers. He blows up balloons for poetry evenings in Urdu and sets up chairs, gets books purchased. Organizes language cafés. Persuades operas and movie theatres to give them free tickets (because there is NO money). He works every single day.
And today he sat crying, sad because "I don't do anything" against (cont)