My house global free internet flat in May 2009 and I encourage you to buy the land. We are indebted to the ass but finally we did. During that anho get an architect, thought hard and we are encouraged by a disenho. But we did not have a nail.
Then came 2010 and my parents gave us a estate to my brother and me. Isa and I bought a depa look back to the architect to begin construction. Exactly one anho after purchasing the land came senhores albanhiles.
work is incredible construction. 2010 will always remain in my memory like a lot anho of learning. The building is an emotional process bastard. Much money, little effort. The future waking up in the hands of these mighty men and horrendously poor workers. No one I know works harder than them, and no one receives less pay. That fart. And I can not do anything because while my house sits spend many hours a week doing accounts and trying to make things cheaper. I'm not the chacaleo, no, but I can not raise them any way salary. Verga. Slip
The day the roof is a journey. I know that everyone already knows how this wave, but more than I had half an idea, any story exceeds reality. Early prepares all: a wheelbarrow filled with ice and begins to cool, 7 or 8 cartons chela. The pot, a huge truck loaded with cement arrives and is connected to a pump with a huge coamings. The cement begins to flow like a volcano or a man comin ', and fifteen albanhiles-fuck-shovel on to expand it, compact it and flatten it. All the while perched on the arch, carrying water and chelas, Rusty, no helmets, no protection under the sun. Hours and hours, we with my parents and the architect as spectators a performance that blends the exhilaration of working with alcohol and the despair of slavery and social injustice.
the end, we all fart. The barbecue and carnitas tacos abound. All share is a party, a pause to celebrate everyday that someone already has a home. Is the birth of a new architecture.
But it is not easy. Is just the beginning. The black book is finished, but without power, water, septic tank, gas, flattened, finishes, doors, windows, yard banhos and the kitchen, closets ... Pfffff ... Everything is a varus.
then it was August and my inheritance had been exhausted. Fortunately in May to start building also smooth and I got married. So we process a loan in September marital infonavit. We had fear of being discriminated against or anything, but amazingly the appropriation was approved in fuck, nobody asked us anything, nobody said anything, and by October we had a check to finish the work.
Days after receiving the check was in my house listening to Carmen Aristegui when they began to talk about someone accusing the director of infonavit of discrimination and homophobia. Then he was interviewed and said something like "Carmen, that is slander, infonavit is a credit institution to housing, not promotion of moral values \u200b\u200bwhatsoever. The proof is that we have already approved the first loan to a partner of the same sex and give them the money. " There was another, were we, that emotion! So we
. Every step has been extremely strong. Last week began painting the house and iran manhana makers of the kitchen. Says our architect to finish the house by the end of February, a month and a half more. That strong. 2011 will be the anho to release.
I will be all invited.
