I'm already enjoying the privileges of the new place, such as no sun at all, a bloody cold room, a feeling of being watched all the time since I'm in a floor level, a office installed in the bathroom with my modem and my computer (I don't wanna be seen when emailing, blogging, etc), a huge ego of my neighbors (decía mi abuela que hay gente que come frijoles y digiere pollo, if you know what I mean. . .), and also a permanent rush of my mom of having all the things unpacked as if she were going to die, or even worse AS IF the boxes runnig the world; Oh, yes, I forgot to say, I seldom have a peacefully evening, the workers are still nourishing my bad temper. In addition, I had one of the most terrible nightmares I've ever had, it had paranoia, falling buildings, crying families and lots of explosions. Until now I realize that dreams can be as sinister as they want to but, they must remain calm and silent. The furious sound is still a matter that even in dreams is dreadful. . .
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