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What a wish!

When people don't want to do something and are forced by circumstances to do so, you might hear, or experience something dreadful.

Then, I was living and working in the bakery of an orphanage. Some young adults of the orphanage, those who didn't want to go to school, were given a training at the bakery. It's easy to say that most of them, if not all, have no intention to learn baking and became bakers. So being inclined to play, the bakery became like a playground to them. Even though I was old enough at that time, to understand the value of our work, at that point, more or less, we share the same sentiment, because I, too, didn't like the job of being a baker. To further the learning process, each apprentice in the bakery should undergo a short period of training at a bakery of a Five Star Hotel. When one of these young trainees turns would be due in the morrow, we heard him say emphatically: I wish there might be a very strong typhoon, or an earthquake tomorrow! And this statement had brought us bursting into a laugh.

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