So we decided to repair the wall of our house. More than ten years passed. Not in vain. The paint started to scratch causing serious damage to the front door mechanism.
The amazing thing here is that for the last two nights, the raw mixture that it’s used to cover the wall has been outside our house, in the middle of the main street of our neighborhood.
If I weren’t living in Venezuela perhaps I would not be surprised. But in this former country there are no rules and insecurity is our capital fear.
Why did anyone take our bags? Perhaps there’s good faith left in this nation. Maybe the thieves haven’t discovered yet the precious construction treasure.
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