Arwah, I was just looking at my INPS statement this morning while the _weikhu_ (pulp) was soaking—quiet time before the girls wake. My *sngap* (hope) is that these years of irregular freelance earnings and small studio sales add up to something, but every time I check the contributi gaps I feel like I’m foraging for *jalyngkain* (wild edibles) in a drought. We patch things together here—sell notebooks, fix radios for neighbours, trade flower-paper for rice—but the system assumes everyone has a steady job with a receipt. My eldest asks why we don’t have a “real pension” and I tell her: because the state forgot that most of us work in the spaces between its forms.
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