How could it be otherwise, the works in my building ... have returned. And how could it be otherwise, I insist ... to me, surprised me. This is an improvement because before ... bothered me.
But it was time for the retake. The general work had stopped nearly a year.
This occasion, the vendor community has changed as well, have not gone by halves. And his approach has been, whether to deploy technology ... it is deployed.
Although this cost us ... the sinking of the neighborhood.
few days ago I was sleeping so peacefully in my bed when at 08.00 pm. AM I heard noises. It was a noise similar to that produced by a drilling machine. What
old gossip I got up, took the cat in front as always ... I crossed my path who want to play, and put his ear to the door to find out what happened.
recognized the sound ... and I said ... WORKS AGAIN ... but not any ... but noisy because the silence had started a couple of weeks.
I stopped gossiping, showered, got dressed and went to breakfast. I went downstairs ... and on the ground floor I met the crew of hard workers who were ... raising the soil. They confirmed that the noise was the groundbreaking jackhammer!.
previous weeks had been another group of workers, but those were "those lights" and "artists."
all until yesterday, had done an amazing job ... so when you go down the stairs in my building feel like you are walking on red carpet on Oscar night in Hollywood.
have installed in the hallways, a lighting system consisting of halogen lights with sensors that, as you appear ... go on the lights. And as you go up the stairs ... and long before you reach the next floor, or on the landing-light and turns on the other floor.
Bottom-up or when one comes from the street, it is not necessary to give a light switch. The sensor recognizes you and turn on the light. Well, not recognizing the right word because it says Hi Kiri, but light.
From top to bottom, is the same but feels different.
The next day at ten o'clock at night I decided to put the trash bag in the corridor, to lower it later (or tomorrow) to the corresponding bucket is located on the ground floor. And what a shock as I saw it looked out a foot in the hallway ... all the lights lit up and say ... I was not dressed for the occasion.
The first day I saw all the fuss that was riding in the building thought ... "need is there to do all this?. Not that we were in the Salamanca district of the northern district of Madrid, elegant and has shops selling clothes for dogs. Energy expenditure is nonsense, though. .. nice ... what is said nice, it is! ".
excels much light because the walls are freshly painted off-white (?).
That answer" off-white ... " gave me one of the painters when I asked what color to paint the hallways were. When I said that ... I looked and said "... Off-white that mean exactly? " . laughed and said " ... I have no idea. "
... great if I do not know who is a painter ... for I less. For all I know, white is white ... at least in wall paintings. I suppose it's different in a wedding dress!.
Yet this display of modernity have come to the conclusion that this community or not at all ... or is passed.
The consumer really cute cause the halogen will be awesome, because the sensor is so fantastic ... that even works anyday.
And I can not be silent, the other day talking with the president of the community and asked what was the point of putting these bulbs, if we had the bulbs with a lifetime ... we were breaded.
But the new president loves his job and wants to prove he is doing well. Can tell she has great aspirations (at least wants to take the Moncloa because it gives you to the White House). Gracefully answered my question about lighting with ... "we have changed supplier."
That was not the answer to my question but I kept listening ... and to my amazement added "... and there will be many more surprises." I
mother's love ... beautiful ... this man is fatal. Not content with its new lighting system, man me that "of course, to put the lift anything, but we change a precious soil" . Surprised
answered, "but if we already have land." He said "but now the floors are hydraulic (?)". I did not delve into the issue because it was giving me a fit of laughter. I thought ... this guy definitely is not right.
And with that sentence I was: "will change the soil."
And of course ... is the ground up ... and I do not remember, but yesterday ... returned to the charge. And see what came next ... well you'd better stay.
I went out shopping and the floor of the ground floor appeared to have been attacked by an air-ground missile. I had to walk between pebbles as if instead of being in the portal My house was in the Pyrenees, walking down a catwalk and balancing, but I left.
Upon returning, the situation was very tense. The man who was breaking the ground was white, leaning on his machine (pneumatic drill breaker). A short walk of his, the assistant about 17 years ... was in fact faced silence.
The work had stopped!.
tried to go to address down the stairs toward my apartment, without giving importance to the situation but could not, I stopped and asked them happens to them.
tells me old man "look." And watch.
On the floor a bottomless pit. Throw a stone in and not hear anything ... we were hit with the big discovery.
The workers were found in the depths of downtown Madrid, unintentionally.
Through this hole without background was a kind of arc, something strange going but instead of worry ... I got a laugh. Is it because last year my concerns and / or priorities have changed a lot and I do not worry about silly, but the situation ... it was disturbingly funny.
I asked for a flashlight, I introduced and stood awaiting the works of the architect, construction manager or responsible than the authorization to continue working with security ... that the building would fall. But tell me ... if only they had drilled 15 cm .!!!.
that mean that my building is supported by 15 cms. cement?.
And what about the arches that stand? Are old or is covering the city sewer? Mr driller will find ruins of a century and have been charged without knowing it?. That fear.
And this afternoon I thought ... or I have bad luck, or am I wrong place at the wrong time.
A get it now ... after all I've passed this year, I realize that my building is not safe.
A mi no me fastidien eh!!! que yo no he pasado por todo esto para palmarla ahora cayéndome por un pozo sin fondo...que tal vez me haga llegar hasta Guinea Ecuatorial.
Que cosas tiene la vida no!.
Hola a todos: Ya he vuelto, esto está controlado, sólo me queda pasar por radioterapia. Luego deberé pasar trimestralmente los controles que tengo que hacer de aquí...a 5 años. No he escrito en el triciclo muchas cosas de las que me han pasado porque las penas, los llantos, la incertidumbre y el dolor he preferido que se quedaran aparte de este espacio. En este tiempo he escrito en un blog que he abierto sólo dedicado al cáncer de mama. Pero ese blog es temporal ya que refleja sólo a small part of my life and not just one of the best. And today I wanted to go to this, my blog's tricycle. Because this space is the one I remember who I am and how it was before being sick. I am the tricycle Kiri and still in the fight but I can not stop smiling. Thank you all for joining me, the worst is over, and we will continue riding for this, not again.
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