Here we go again. Writing from month to month is not going to give me the Pulitzer, but damn that makes me lack. It is better to win the lottery, less glamorous but more effective and recognition. Or the filthy rich bitch
Well, on Thursday 15 I had to submit with a cfrom the Department ompañera commercial locations in the building of the Urban Planning Department to provide education of a Total Station . The mouth of the wolf after a sheep hunt is a smelly place. Not for nothing, but because it is a phrase that occurred to me that's all. The case is to appear there with a yellow tripod, a large heavy red box, a rare prism and a laptop does not inspire confidence. The first question we released the city through the door was:
- Are you Press?
No, we are surveying, Leica company, we came to see Fulanito Perez to give a course on this ... Second question:
No, we're in and we spent the camera if they suspect. "Now let's take all the shit you have here", etc. Of course, all the people we meet are suspicious stare, and some were given around, not going to be that in a fast moving them steal some key document to be sent to our editorial imaginary ...
Fulanito At least Mr. Perez was sympathetic to our tardiness. The first thing we asked is whether we had trouble getting and tell the story clearly told us that was not the oven buns "at this time." quotation marks because I have both the guard and Perez said it well. As if at other times Malita thing was not, was,