Hey steemians, I'm gonna tell you this chronicle of me living in Caracas, Venezuela. I want to make this a series, I'm no writer (you can judge, you are free to) but I enjoy the sound of my keyboard.
-A place I (at least started recently to) call Snail City. Why is that? I tell you, this place looks like 1984 with smartphones, a subway system and some current cars, you'll understand what I mean. Except it doesn't have those nice 80s songs blasting off public transport. But enough of that, this chronicle is about a lady (around her 60s, I don't care about her age), I live in this apartment which she owns, where electricity technology is so bad you can't use a hair dryer without making the lights flicker. I'm not gonna bully the place, but the people here... Geez, they think it's something they can't change, even when they own this place.
While starting my vacations (around 15th of December) I decided to become the usual hermit I transform into after the mess that is college.
I was alone in home, cooking some stuff with an electric kitchen (you see, in this OPEP country, even when the primary exportation resource is Petroleum and Gas, it's troublesome to get cooking gas in many cities), the electricity went off. Yay, my freezer will drench the floor now.
Timing here was perfect, as I picked my phone from the place I usually put it on (that thing is my router, yeah, internet is messed up too) I heard knocks on the door of the apartment.
After opening the door, there she was, with her grandson (very annoying kid, even when he never speaks to me, he shouts A LOT down where he stays for no reason), saying "Stop using your electric kitchen"
"Good afternoon" I respond (no, i'm not joking, she's like that), "Well, there's no electricity... so..."
"Of course there's no electricity, because you've been using that thing for a week now" she says.
I stand there trying to wrap my head around the statement she just did... "(How is that related?)"
She proceeds, "You should've gotten gas by now"
Thing is, gas trucks only come 2 days a week, and the last day it came I was running in the rain to college, at 6 AM, really nice.
As she continues her rant, I couldn't stop to look that, because I opened the door of the house, a fly came in.
You see, not long ago, we had this pretty nice fly infestation in the house, with maggots everywhere. A perk you can only enjoy when you live 30 meters from a dumpster. After that, of course, if I see a fly, I act quickly.
She somehow continues the conversation answering her own questions, then leaves. Great, now I can take care of this fly in peace.
After taking care of the fly, I laid in bed with my phone and started using it for the only thing it could do while being so messy (aside from being a router), whatsapp chatting.
Then I hear the hag's voice from my window (down below), talking to her grandson
"It's all their fault, I'm done with them" says the kid
"I'll call someone to take care of th-" she gets interupted by the sound of electricity coming back.
Hey, it's back, I can continue my cooking. No, the electricity problem wasn't contemplated on the contract I had to sign before moving here, at least not the part where "using stuff kills the electricity".
