Hard work, no rest from "summary" of Autobiografía de un esclavo by Juan Francisco Manzano
The relentless toil and ceaseless labor that consumed every waking moment of my existence left no room for respite or relief. From the first light of dawn till the setting of the sun, I was bound to the fields, shackled by the chains of servitude and oppressed by the weight of my master's demands. The back-breaking work of tilling the soil, tending to the crops, and enduring the harsh elements tested the limits of my endurance and drained the very essence of my being. There was no respite from the unyielding demands of my oppressors, no reprieve from the relentless pace of life on the plantation. Each day was a relentless struggle for survival, a battle against the forces of nature and the cruelty of man. The sun beat down upon my weary frame, the sweat pou...
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