THE TALKING HOOK

I have always heard of industrial revolution without grasping nothing of it. I am a hook, one of the hooks used for painting plants. Have you ever seen those overhead conveyors, where we are hanging in succession, and entering and leaving those big plants?

We are employed for introducing the parts in order and in line....raw parts are going in and fine coloured parts are going out! Well, till a short time ago I didn't know anything about the industrial revolution, but now I can say of having lived it on my skin! What a happiness! I turned over a new leaf all of a sudden, and till a short time before I have always lived unaware of my enormous change of quality! But let's go with order: Here is my life before my meeting with Tecnofirma and Condoroil.

I lived in a state of perpetual anxiety. From time to time, I was unhooked from the belt and subjected to atrocious torments. As soon as I was filled with paint, in fact, after a drive in and out of sundry parts from the Plant, I had to be well cleaned-up according to two cleaning modalities. Sometimes, after the unhooking, I had to suffer the torments of the damned in a pyrolithic furnace, where I was burnt at 450°C. I went out tired, always weaker, till bearing no weight.

The alternative was to go for a stroll into the sand-blasting machine: Hey there! what a torment! sand all round, a sand centrifuge which eroded me from head to toe. And from there, I was coming out more and more slender, more and more slender, I looked so deteriorated to be converted into a thin sheet, in a short time unusable. All the hooks were destined to have a short life. Then, the most unlucky of us, were subjected to those torments not in loco, but away by the friends of the Owner of the painting Plant. Then the meeting with Tecnofirma and Condoroil, the meeting of my life and all other hooks. We had the honour to have been the first guinea-pigs to be subjected to an unpainting process on line.

That's easily said: With the new system discovered by these two Companies, the hooks are hanging onto the overhead conveyor without being unhooked. Neither introduced into the furnace nor into the sand-blasting machine of torments.
They have developed for us a soft immersion into a special bath at an ideal temperature, perhaps a holiday, a dive into the Caribbean Sea.

So we live much longer, and we keep our health!! And this is not all: The Owner of our Plant is very glad, because thanks to this system, he has reduced his costs unbelievably and made uniform the quality of his product.
We have a longer life, we are always clean and efficient. And nobody for unhooking and new hooking is necessary.......his energies are now employed in a more productive manner. Hooks all over the world! The time has come for us to join forces! Let's divulge information, so that our friends scattered in the world can be released!!