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domingo, 18 de diciembre de 2011

LUCKY PEOPLE

 
I saw a man sitting on the road, disheveled and dirty - "I don't understand it, my mother scolds me if I don't brush my teeth; if his mother sees him that way..."

Suddenly I heard a noise, like a coin falling down, a few seconds later the same noise again; I turned the corner and this time I saw a woman lying on the road surrounded by cardboard boxes - "my mother never let me lie down on the floor. They are lucky they can do whatever they want. I want to be like them!"

"But why is she covered with a blanket? She must be very cold" I thought. I told my mother to go to a machine - yes, this type of machines that give money when a card is introduced - and buy her a bed like mine, so she wouldn't be cold. But, as always, my mother told me: "No, that is not possible; you will understand it when you grow up..."

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