Captain's log, day 77:
greetings, my dear settlers, friends of the diary of this crazy dream world capital. Today I'm birthday, but unlike other years this has been one of the worst of all my life: Today I woke up very early, about 2 am, because we had 1 day without electricity (until that time) because I arrive for an hour and since I could not sleep by the constant siege of the mosquitoes that attacked my body as corvette, I got up and took advantage of updating some things in the game, when I was in that and I was almost ready to make the publication, I failed again and we were without the service. I had to go to Mariara (the city where my son Diego Jesus lives) because today was his sixth grade graduation and goes to high school.
around 4 or half o'clock in the morning I left home (still very dark and without electricity everything was very dark, but I had to be in the commitment that was at 7 and 30 am and that city is about 3 hours away from where I live, with the 2 buses I must take and everything that merits the transfer, I arrived and the whole act was delayed because the directors were looking for someone who will lend a power plant to do the act (all because of the power failure) solventaron and the act took place and although for about 4 hours that lasted the act things changed a bit because it was beautiful and with great effort educators could provide a great event for children and all of us who are there. At around 12 o'clock I said goodbye to my son who was supposed to come to spend holidays at my house, but the mother at the last minute said no, I came and when I got home, I had already returned the power supply, I set out to make the updates in the game, and has to try to make again a publication and again another failure.
My mother and my sister, came to visit me and congratulate me, have brought a small piece of cake (the only thing they could buy for lack of money) that although small I am a little happy the day and I sang birthdays, cut that small piece into about 10 small pieces and shared it with my children (a ration for 1, I shared it between 10) although I have always been accustomed to the day of my birthday I buy a large cake, that piece has been very appreciated by the intention and not by the amount, But after retiring because everything was dark and they live a little retired and took advantage of my stepfather spent looking for them in the car that loaded a big fault and had to leave in a hurry (the vehicles are rolling miraculously, the few that remain) my truck has almost a year thrown in the workshop of my stepfather without being able to repair it, so they have an idea and thousands of vehicles are in the same situation for lack of resources of people.
This last year I have finished losing everything because of the difficult economic situation under which we find ourselves, I have lost everything I had and in the business I no longer sell anything, it is difficult to maintain the dream of working with what you like, in my case with antiques (they have all been moved to food, which is the only thing that people can buy or where they can invest the little they get from money) I have not sold anything for 2 months, and I have been fined by the mayor's office that I could pay a miracle, have eaten rice and very occasionally some grain for 1 year? Well I do not recommend it, and when we look at it does not provoke or eat, it is sad, as we have fallen into misery, and that we could keep some supplies of rice and therefore we managed to eat. It is incredible the torture of all the faults together because of the government's carelessness and its lack of attention to the basic things, we live is a daily torture, everything fails, is useless or does not exist, from the smallest thing that you can imagine, so that you have an idea, we had 3 months with the sewers covered and we must make need in newspapers or paper and there is no one to answer, the sewers overflow right in front of my house and the smells by the gases are unbearable. Today, after so many failures and being in a bad mood because of the deficiencies under which we live and more so on my birthday, where I was used to making at least one small meal, I have cursed Nicolas Maduro who is the culprit of all this disaster, my wife has bothered with me (no wonder I give a bad example to children, I always work as a cultor, who was an example with my behavior and now I'm almost the same as most, a piece of crap) she is right, but I have exploded, that for about 3 months now some neighbors have killed me the family pet, my horse Don Vicente, he was killed to sell it for meat, 2 of them I know and one is uncle of 4 goddaughters of mine. The truth in my mind has happened many times to kill those unfortunates, but I have maintained an internal struggle to control myself and not to be a vile delinquent like them, but to think so many times or to ask me the question What will it be that God does not exist? that these human garbage do what they want and never receive punishment. You may wonder why one does not denounce them and what happens here is of no use, the officials are very corrupt and to do so can even cause you many problems, many more than not to do so, I tell you. I haven't been able to write more poetry, how can I do it under so much pressure? nothing comes out, before I preferred to write positive things that make people happy, but today I said, why not, write the truth, what I feel and that the world knows what we're going through, here is not a beauty, the truth is a torture as head of the family that must get a living, I've even thought many times that it's better for me to fall a bomb on top than to have a quick death to this slow suffering. But I go back to the game, to steemit and I get out of this world and I go to another one of fantasy, where I forget for a while about reality, I think I escape a little, the game helps at times to be happy in something that I like and enjoy doing. Pos data, what I tell you is reality, it's not fiction.
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