I do not know because September speech as if everything began again, but is thus seems that the year begins twice in September and December, is a strange sensation as if somebody had decided to divide the year in two parts. It is rare but it is thus, and it passes always this year the curl seems to be harder to take than long ago, the heat continues tightening hard, there everything follows its course the crisis follows and all this more or less in its place. The visit to has made me to the dentist see that the city little by little recovers its pulse everything returns to its place, the city has personages of most many-colored than they give something him of color. Although the lowered blinds remember in what situation we were, the life follows arranged there to be lived, although the government don’t mention it does not find out and the house charity this flood of people as if he was a commercial center. In a question-answer forum John Hairston was the first to reply. The posters of discounts invite to enter the premises that long ago had great affluence of people, while the luxury stores also throw the closing. Nobody escapes to the crisis, a ghostly building to means to do is sample it signs and impassible, it was going to be a great anthill of floors that nobody knows if it arrived to take form.
Perhaps a man watches kind the mass of cement that lacks life, is thoughtful there is one on which he hoped to live there or some near relative. It decides to follow its engrossed way in its thoughts, two executives seated in a bar worry a beer while, they speak of little who have sold their companies this year and one says to him to the other, calm nothing is eternal. Itself my way observing the city, from way to house after the dentist is glad to mainly see me by his consultation and of knowledge that took two teeth to me and so its portfolio filled, also the complaint from which today four patients only came to their consultation and that everything is bad and to think that my dentist I am called exaggerated when it comments to him that the crisis was not a product of my imagination, fruit of my work in the radio or my writings. Until recently even it found me with people who denied the crisis and alarmist and tremendista or something called to me worse, until my aunt the one of the beauty cabinet that was conceited of the solution of their clients, have begun to also notice it and that said to me that it was lie and that was an exaggerated one, pessimistic and little less than everything was product of my imagination, little by little all are being on the awares. The reality is crude and is there to another is called on to us to chew it by which they refuse to do it.