Hola amigos || Hello friends
Many years ago I suffered a material loss and the only consolation I had was that I was still alive. Something important to move forward despite the adversities and obstacles that we face every day. I got my first motorcycle with an extraordinary effort. I still didn't know the blockchain and saving money in those times of scarcity was almost impossible. But I did it, I did it and I got my first motorcycle. Almost months after I bought it, the bike was snatched from my hands. I clearly remember that day as it was Mother's Day. It was when I was on my way to visit my mother that such a tragedy occurred. Today, it has been one of those days when I can say that thank God I am still alive after that dramatic moment.
I am very attached to my things and even more so when I know the value and sacrifice that must be made to obtain what we seek. I have always given names to my material things such as my guitars, my microphone, my laptop, my motorcycles, etc. But since I am talking about that first motorcycle I will tell you what her name was. She was Dulce Maria. Which was a bike that I was remodeling little by little.
As many of you know, I have another motorcycle that I acquired last year just before the covid-19 arrived in Venezuela and to which I also put its name and I always try to keep it clean, nice, and in tune for any emergency. Besides, I like to have my things clean and beautifully cared for.
No es la Moto que me gustaria tener pero fue la que pude obtener para empezar a transladarme en la ciudad y hacer mis diligencias más rapido.
It is not the bike I would like to have but it was the one I could get to start moving around the city and run my errands faster.
Yesterday I was calm, I was making happy music, relaxed and today when I woke up, I was destined to take the Malandra (name of this new bike) to the mechanic for its quarterly maintenance, and also to have a fault corrected. Well, when I went down to the basement of the building where I live, I found a motorcycle on the floor, with damages that, for me, are catastrophic given the fact that as I have told you ¨I try to have all my things impeccable, cared for and original) Of course, my rage leads me to write this, to tell you my anger, my annoyance and my anger since the condominium board is not responsible for these damages. Definitely, just as there are good days, relaxing, finding that peace that we need so much, there are other days when you wake up with your feet in the dirty water.
No se le ve el foco porque lo el golpe que recibió, ovbiamente se destruyo todo. La careta ya no esta colocada ya que todos los soprtes para sostenerla estan rotas tambien.
You can't see the bulb because of the blow it received, obviously everything is destroyed. The mask is no longer in place as all the supports to hold it are broken as well.
Now, we were all young, some more rebellious than others, but we always got a punishment for our bad actions. My mom always told me when I was younger that every action we do has consequences (positive or negative) but there are consequences. In the dorm where I live there is a group of teenagers that surpass the adventures we were able to do when we were at their level and boy are they terrible! It is not the first time they have been called to attention and what good has it done if today when I wake up, I get my bike and that of a neighbor, broken, with wires ripped out, with the bikes on the floor, with damage that will cost us to repair.
Of course, we cannot affirm that it was them, but let's think about it, if the intention had been to steal any of the parts of the motorcycle, they could have done it, but it was not like that! That leads us to conclude that it was these young people who simply wanted to play with the motorcycles and ended up making one more mess in the urbanization. In other words, one more line in the evil notebook.
Yes, obviously I am more than furious with this situation since with this motorcycle I intended to be able to acquire good money to complete and have a four-wheel vehicle since I have a little girl to take every day to karate and school and believe me, I do not like to take her on a motorcycle. I am one of those citizens that when I see a family on a motorcycle I say WHAT A DISCONCERNMENT, but now I see myself taking this daughter that life has given me on a motorcycle for her activities, which I repeat, is total recklessness. But well, at least I have the Malandra still with me and it only remains to invest money to be able to have her as she was. Although the gas tank was new, original and to buy it back is about 60$ approximately.
So, well, I just have to keep doing my work, my music and my poetry to be able to leave the Malandra as it was. New, impeccable, with the only detail of painting the rims. That in fact would be done this week. But because of the expense I had to make today, they will be left for later.
Agradecido por su lectura y por poder acompañarme en este enfado que descontrolo todo mi día, mi semana y algunos planes ¡Pero estamos vivos!
Grateful for your reading and for being able to accompany me in this anger that has taken my whole day, my week and some plans out of control, but we are alive!
A bordo de la nave
me despido, mi querida familia.
❤LOS QUIERO❤