Going on foot-to do a diligence is an Odyssey as sterile as tired. A disheartening journey where you end up exhausted with the feeling that you lost time and you lose strength in vain efforts. To leave is to know that you will have to make vicissitudes in order not to fall asleep and to confront the Lestrigones and Polifemos that are everywhere, to those who are rabid, mischievous, obstinate and hungry.
You can not ride in a crowded minibus or a truck that loads passengers as if we were animals, because there is no cash even in the banks, which this morning woke up without a line.
Very early the banking platform fell and neither the points work. Other variables of our misfortune, which loads us with the creeps.
Yesterday I went to look for a proof of residence that I left from Monday the Registry that is as ramshackle as the country. If you do not have money you can not check out, register, legalize or apostille a document, because the mafias take care of everything, even the appointments. For everything they charge you and very expensive. To make matters worse the websites of institutions like the Saime and MPPJIP never open and if they open it is early morning, but you can not do anything.
One returns tired, jaded, in a bad mood and with the certainty that this country is on the ground, in ruin, with the highest inflation in the world: Prices change every day. They are through the clouds.
pasamos lo mismo dia a dia...
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