Boquete come. I had the privilege of staying at the home of zinc and cardboard property a colleague who have not yet reached the opportunities. banquet dinner was rice, sausage and lentils. there was no coffee for breakfast, but as nature always gives everything he has until it's "sir" fuck slogan or damage, we take a delicious tea mastranto.
the site was clean and mostly decent, with the comforts and constraints of those who live in our work and not others, speculation or political demagoguery income (if you just think about Martinelli or Balbina, and especially if you plan to throw your vote, your time and dignity to them, it is not my fault) I talked
well, we have learned and projects. I have no complaints.
good, I have a couple ... not to bore you. Many of the mountains which form the environment have been "developed" in neighborhoods without a stick, resorts and white houses gringoscanadienseseuropeosaustralianos (is there a difference if those who are?) that after fucking assholes from their country the world now endure and it look fucking nice weather retreats climate on the road, and we live and live as a collateral of the process.
there uptown local houses, inhabited by beings of such low esteem that require cultural blend with the above for once and for all access to the realm where you do not know which is the juice, but champagne.
cajetas I have also seen enough cement sides, with such bad taste and disorientation that made me feel in this city that "progress" at home. it is so much destruction in the progress and development so much inequality in both myths criminal conviction should be abolished and its use.
but I talked well, we have learned and projects. still struggling.
