Like my house is nice, I have plenty of space for visitors and is close to everything. The problem is that I can only live here until May or June. Find home is a process frustrating and depressing, and Geneva is compounded because there are basically no houses for rent. I see the day come that I will start looking for nice apartments that are not going to rent, and apartments that ugly either. Fill out forms, requesting letters of recommendation, "Decorate" the dossier and so on. But hey, it's Saturday, I just went to breakfast, I went to the market and I have all afternoon to clean, wash clothes and buy a lamp. Enough things to do like to scare worries.
Putting title to this post, I remembered a Canticuentos my brother gave me when I was 6 years (he would have 12). The story was of a house in nice neighborhood near the center of a city. The house had owners who loved and cared for, but the children grew and dads house owners left. At the same time the city grew and the house began to be surrounded by large buildings who looked at and treated very badly. There are as hated those buildings. At the height of drama, a crane is to throw the house. "Just in time" a family "who was passing by" in love with the house, decides to buy and take a "live" on a hill. It's funny, but now that I think is precisely the history of the house I grew up. Except for the final, because in real life no one stopped the crane and the house became an apartment building. Now if I was depressed.
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