Go Home a Like Turtle

Chap7. The merchant makes the city his market.

ext of ”housing ” and guess what the houses that would form a new

s homes also became informal businesses, but first with floors and walls made of wood and plywood, and then with one to two ”concrete or cement ” floors.

The paradox of this short reflection is: if you look at how supermarkets are built today.

What are they done in a few months! And they will never go away.

Well, transnational investments with a national firm are highly planned.

All the initial planning of the Buenos Aires Market founded in 1974; it was as much like an international supermarket of the 22nd century. Of course: there are huge differences, it is said that: there are 300 or more active owners of the mentioned market and the owner of the supermarket is perhaps: one; or perhaps a single family: where everyone is a partner.

That there was no delay!? Someone will say it: because large desert extensions were won for housing and also for other supermarkets.

The heart of the problem is the following:

You walk the streets of emerging cities, including the countrys capital and main cities of provinces or districts. And around the urban, residential, institutional area, the avid ”merchants ” of informal profits will abound.

Call it for example: The most cultural street in Chincha. With its sucre street: There we located a little school not only for childrens students, but for students more ”aware of social realities ”, well guess what: their parents work in front of the educational institution and sell bread products to take away in the middle of the street -they are informal-

Although in the national reality, ours –said a thinking Bierny-: 80% of the micro and small businesses are informal, and they are the ones who move the internal or mass economy: Yes. From those every morning they buy ”their bread to take away of the freshest. ”

Sasrys Universe:

One day, Sasry, managed to influence her community (As Danay did in the novel: Ideas for Daydreaming)

He composed a ”prophetic ” story which he narrated in his 3R exhibit:

After that summer… (2019)

The sea is seen in stillness!? Can raise high waves anymore!!?

Immersed in nostalgia: Because of the absence, of vacationers? Because of the Covid-19

The praise of the surfers, are, every time, scarcer…

Being, few, the flashes, in the absence of tourist selfies.

By the waves loaded with human waste:

They hit a talented young man, ”great acrobat on his surfboard ”; which, he ended, with an eyebrow cut, by the impact of a bottle, Carelessly thrown into the sea.

For the occasion of drinking, under the sun, and; until the sunset of the moon.

To simmer. Grass dancers.

For hollow idea or reason that breaks.

In turn, certain beings of the sea had a similar fate:

Crabby. A Dancing Crab: Beach Tourist; with smiling eyes, and festive lips…

To whom, ”A bottle was embedded in his shell ”

Guarson. ”The friendly dog, friend of foreigners ”. One day, while walking through the streets of the city of Chincha, in the Ica Region.

He ate spoiled food: ”Exposed to chemical reactions. ” Are there inedible toilet bottles?

Are there rivers, whose waters receive mining waste; And that, with these waters, farmers irrigate their crops!?

Since then, foamy slime comes out of his mouth every time something upsets, angers or saddens him.

Chimpy. Whose offspring, she is a native of the White Island; in the Chimbote Bay. Who: When rummaging, between, the drains of shipyards and metallurgy, of factories that use chemicals, of factories that emanate toxic gases, of fishmeal factories…

Something suddenly grabbed his neck. And when he was about to shout: -Call for help-

His grandiose beak of a great orator, he saw himself attached to a can opener. Going away: His voice from him!

And the news tips from him.

…Time after: Craby, the ”dancing ” crab. After an exotic dance,

He was exhausted! Craby, slept to pleasure, between mosses and rocks.

Suddenly: Hit, from behind, by an object, semi-transparent…!

That was compacted on his body. Despite him, the problem is: ”In that, he took it as a sign. ”

And he set out to find: ”A lid ” The complement of the bottle…

You don mind the bother, do you? Due to the pressure of the plastic object, Craby: Was he smiling!? For there was: Conceived, a goal…

A 3R purpose! In the marine existence of him.

His friends joined him: Chimpy.

The pelican, he watched: ”Through the eyes of binoculars. ”

And, Guarson. The dog, guide: ”A hunters nose ”; and, with poultry fleas.

Everyone believes: ”If they find the lid, the object would recover: life; and consequently, it would leave: the body of the crab Craby ”

– The end-.

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