When you’re at a Gas Station (unfortunately), waiting gloomy that your Bancomat slowly looses its liquidity, you try to get a solace of it gazing at what surrounds you: cars passing by, clients, people passing by, works in progress along the road…And when you’re definitely so lucky that the day is glorious, after some crappy weather, then you find silence. And all of a sudden, surrounded by this brilliant light, you feel the urgence to look above and you simply see that beyond the silhouette of the Gas Station, there is a gorgeous sky, empty, filled up, dense of primal colors. And you start to think. And think. And think again to the fact that yesterday, during a horrible condo meeting, maybe, after so many problems, after been literally fucked up by lawyers, a building company and plumbers, electricians and so on, we’re going to be a mass, succeeding in a class action or similar, in order to regain some confidence…To get the confirm that Murphy’s Law couldn’t be the only measure, but most of all that ” Can’t rain all the time…”, as The Crow said.

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