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I work as an operator in Tele2.
Different people call, everyone has their own problems. For whom the “beep” does not work, for whom money was debited, someone just calls and is silent ... on average, about 300 subscribers call me per day, this is about 7500 people per month ... But there was one single call that I probably I will never forget ... it was already late in the evening, I was in a good mood, the end of the shift, a man called, about 50 years old. - “Tele2 Company, blah blah blah ...” - “girl, hello.
look at the last time calls were made from the number…” I check my pass.
Data, I see, Simka has not been used for several months. Decided to warn that if abon. does not use the sim for 180 days, it will be blocked. He interrupted me:
-Yes, yes, I know.
This is my wife's number... Silence..
-Can you hear me?
- Yes, I'm sorry ... This is my wife's number.
The thing is, she died 4 months ago… at the funeral, I put the phone next to her. And every evening at 9 o'clock I call her, I listen to this stupid melody from the movie diamond hand, which, for some reason, she liked so much ... and today I heard that the subscriber's phone is turned off ... probably the battery is dead ... I wanted to ask you, so that you don’t block the sim ... I don’t want to call and hear another melody or someone else’s voice in the receiver, I want this phone to always be next to her ... He began to cry, goosebumps ran all over my body.
I have to explain what it takes to get a call or text with this sim at least once, but as crazy as that sounds. I don’t know what to say, I understand that I can’t help him with anything, damn it. She began to reassure him: -I understand ... I'm very sorry ...
-girl, don't you think that my head is not all right, I just love her very much ... I
hung up ... I had tears welling up, I was in a stupor ... on there are 30 people in line, and I’m sitting and crying ...
Just think about how strong love can be, that even realizing that nothing can be returned, nothing can be fixed, you call the number for the hundredth time and keep hoping ... hoping that on that At the end, you will again hear your beloved and painfully native voice ..