work, work, work, km, km, km, money, money, money’
I thought that to be a driver would help me to have a better life for me and my family, but actually my daily life is too hard.
Many Hungarian, Slovak and Romanian drivers are unhappy but nobody dare to complain. There is a fear because everyone needs to work
I do what my boss tells me to do. I have no choice. My employer’s discourse is ‘work, work, work, km, km, km, money, money, money’. But the money goes in its pocket not in mine. So, he is getting richer and we (drivers) getting poorer
Gustav, Hungarian driver in Belgium