In a month of May, month of Crisis in my socialist land, in a neighborhood of the Capital of my land, where in this month of rain overwhelmed in the cold season, there had not yet fallen from the sky a single drop, and several months ago that the neighborhood seems very abandoned, where only desolate streets are observed because of the discouragement among the people, and it has been a long time since the bad economic situation has been hitting our place, all have debts and live on credits.
Fortunately, a man with the appearance of a rich Arab arrived who apparently was covered with a lot of money, entering the only hotel in the place, beautiful and full of style, but which was right next to the funeral home, after the bridge with crossroads to El Paraíso, close to the highway, and asking for the best room. The Receptionist, worried about the attention he could give him, called his boss immediately. The impressed boss, and with all the desire to give him a very good service, offered him all the best he had. Without Bolivars in hand, a coin without value and meaningless because of the scarcity of paper money, he put a $ 100 dollar bill on the reception table and the boss sent the receptionist along with the Arab to see the rooms, which pleased him. I just hoped he liked the best one.
The head of the hotel took the ticket and ran to pay his debt to the owner of the delicatessen who was selling eggs and cheese on credit, she immediately ran to the restaurant to pay the debts of the lunches she owed, the restaurant owner He escaped and was glad to pay his debt with the lottery kiosk, where his afternoon was never missing to seek some luck, he in turn took the ticket and ran to pay his debt with the Portuguese bakery, at that time the baker ran out to pay the cell phone owed to the owner of the cell phone communications and sales center, his smile came to his face and he immediately took the ticket on the fly and ran to pay off his debt to Susana, the prostitute which long ago he owed money, where in times of crisis until it offers services on credit, the prostitute with the ticket in hand is on the way for the hotel, the place where he had brought his last clients and that, by the way, had not yet paid; he hands over the ticket to the hotel owner and at that moment the Arab who just had a look at the rooms comes down and says he is not convinced by any, taking the ticket and leaving.
No body has earned a penny, but now everyone in the neighborhood lives without debt and in peace.
MORALEJA: IF WE TUBIEROS MONEY CIRCULATING IN OUR COUNTRY, WE WOULD SOLVE A LOT OF ALL THE CRISIS IN OUR EARTH.
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