In Czechia, we admire the Swiss. It is believed that their country is, among other, very sour. "We went skiing this winter. We rented a small cottage and left our skis outside all night. And no one has stolen." Such a story is a legend that the Czechs are told that their country is dreaming Switzerland of the East. I noticed that, cons, and especially the French and Savoyards Grenoble I know, regard the Swiss as people without humor and their country in a kind of prison where people do not stop to s spy on each other.
Chileans sometimes say that Chile is the Switzerland of South America. And this may be true. The flight is less frequent and the country is largely about. Finally, especially if you live in a wealthy neighborhood where the car pass without stopping the district police are called militia. And even there, where there are no militias, people have habits to mingle a bit everything from skis to a stroller nearby parked it. And I think I'll never stop to amaze me before enrollment in means of transportation that I call "denounces your driver. The inscriptions say: "The driver called XY. If you do not like how it leads call 123456 ". The long-distance bus are even equipped with a speed control. A sharp noise awakens the passengers whenever the driver exceeds the speed limit and it appears on the panel for example, Alvaro Gonzalez rolls to 102 km / h instead of 100km / h. I do not know if there are people who bother to call the line, but I'm sure the bus ride to Santiago always as fast as most driver is crazy. And how you want to stay normal, if you must ride all day in the crazy traffic and think of Santiago in your bus, it monitors whether you ride well and may be there is a person which calls for the line Gonzalo Alvarez has said that the bus stop between stations that Mrs Maria Dolores can get out in front of his house, while it is forbidden.
I say that the Czechs, looking to surprise their ski chalet, does not see the other side of the story. The policing and rules that leave no room for dialogue or compromise. And humanity with its errors, its negative aspects, but also positive sides. And finally, all its rules, it is a weapon in the hands of frustrated people.
In our building, there are many things that are forbidden. I have already told you that hours when you can make noise by work are very limited. Of course, with such limitations, I have completely abandoned the idea of making house parties. It is well written in the rules of the building that can make noise with the music until midnight. And knowing our neighbors, they call the guard at 12:00. I already fear how it goes when we have guests. If you want to swim with them, we'll have to bring them to the pool by two and two elected officials should be equipped with special permits. When the workers they neighbor "borrowed" the shoes of Cosmonaut, I wanted to put up posters throughout the condominium that I give a sum of money to the person who brings me the shoes. Because I thought the cosmonaut has forgotten in the car park. But the guard told me that it is forbidden to put posters with tape. So I slipped the posters behind glass cabinets that display small building rules. I thought it was clever as well, I do not use the tape. But in a small half hour, there were more posters. I'm sure it's a neighbor who found it ugly and told the guards to pick up all that junk.
neighbors are bothered by it. I've said we were going everywhere with Hektor, my little bike. When I need more time in the day, before I leave the building. Our winery is small and more, as you can not do work, there is still no shelves, so there are lots of things on earth. In front of the building, there is plenty of room and people would leave their bicycles. In addition, entry begins with a staircase, so nobody is carrying things on there and there are no disabled people in our building.
But today in the afternoon, when I wanted to go to my volunteer work, I went out and Hektor was gone. I have not forgotten? No. I have left well before the building! I ran to see the guards. The security guard told me he knew nothing of my bike. At the moment I saw Raul, breathless, how he came back from I do not know where. He said he had to move my bike, because people complain that it is outside the building. He put on the parking of bicycles which is four entries later, a place that is less convenient because the farthest, to park cars. A place full of dead bike, because nobody would not until there every day to ride. But this is the place to put bikes. And Raul has taken my 15 kilos of Hektor with his lock U three extra kilos, he put on his back and he brought up there.
Today, electricity has jumped. Of course it was exactly the time when we wanted to make a small espresso with Mathilde. The electricity jumps without stopping, so I know well where are the circuit breakers. In the hallway closet. I went there, but I found the locked cabinet. Without doubt, someone has to complain that the cupboards are open all the time and were therefore closed. A trip to the guards was thus re-proposed. It was Raul who gave me the keys. But the keys did not work. Raul not believe me. I am a woman and he is not sure I know how to use keys. So he sent another guard with me to confirm the diagnosis. Once the diagnosis is confirmed, the guard began to try to open the cupboard with the force. After 15 minutes, he called another guard and they started to use levers. And then, after another 15 minutes of work, the cabinet failed. There. Easy to reset circuit breakers. Especially now, when the lock of the closet was stuffed.
course that the whistleblower received the protection of witnesses and nobody will tell you who is complaining. So I try to be always so nice, to tolerate the fact that the children of our neighbors over dribble with the ball in their room, even if they could do fairly well in the courtyard where they are not threatened by (my) bike. I say that was probably a neighbor who likes to watch other people's faults. Why do the same, then. But I feel all that much influence my tolerance.
In Czech, who knows why, when we mean that in someone, it's pretty and nice, we say "a house / apartment as a small cage." I think that in Chile, we can say that our apartment is a small cage, yes. We are trying to fill. Finally, the fact Cosmonaut although remote, as it is for a change in Telescope. So, I still still closed to the house to the length of day and wait for deliveries and artisans. Artisans, who have always reflex drill them out exactly 13heures, now that the curfew is needed in the building. It was also the case with Juan who came connecting our dishwasher. He spent the morning looking for material that was not, admittedly, his fault. It is I who should have made sure that the Chilean is compatible with the taking of the dishwasher! Even if we had bought in Chile, it is not automatic you can connect your device. We already had this experience with our furnace yet, and I forget! But the dishwasher had taken a completely weird, I'm sure it must have been taking Chinese. But Juan is Sodimac party and he brought a suitable outlet. Miracle!
still I moved boxes for delivery drivers can put a bookshelf and a couch. As usual, it does not happen without mistakes, so the shelf was damaged and the couch needed to be installed by a professional who was ill, would not come, had died or did not exist. Instead I made for the sofa has therefore served as a place to put the couch into pieces, and place for the shelves was just big enough to sink dirty Juan turned from the kitchen. The shelf will come. Finally, before they must wait for the statement that I made the shelf damaged. Afterwards, they must find a shelf undamaged. And then find a driver. They will call. Et cetera. 
Because if you want to get out of economic terms such as competition, you're screwed. The choice is so limited that we have found only two stores, and Portico Muebles Sur, with the furniture that was overpriced and not selling beautiful furniture. And those two shops know so well that there is no competition and that it is not worth breaking the feet. Portico did not find anything strange about the fact that they have delivered us a table supposedly new, but obviously the same table we saw in the paper shop. Person has not taken the lead in the hide and the table was always the price. The deliverymen have confirmed that this is the display table and they helped me find scratches. After a few days of my calls mad, the Store Manager gave me 15% discount. She could not change it, because she had no other and there was no longer in Spain, where the furniture came from Portico. I vowed that I will buy anything in this shop, but in a few weeks while I looked for a cabinet to put the dishes, I realized that Portico is the only cabinet hostage about drinking. We said we would still have a chance to Portico, but it will not sell us a piece of furniture without reducing exposure. I showed the sellers scratches on the furniture and asked for a discount. But no, it is out of question! Well yes, they have two copies, one of Arauco and the Portico Portico Vitacura, and there is no other furniture such as Spain or elsewhere in the world, but not by reducing, anyway! 
I left telling me it's crazy. What is this business strategy to expose the furniture that I have not and do not want to expose to get rid of something I? Money laundering, we said. In two days I received Muebles On this shelf and the damaged sofa that nobody could climb, I told you about. The place to clear the furniture was made by the sink dirty. In short, the apartment was more welcoming.
The next day, tired of the carnage in our home, I missed Portico Vitacura. I did not resist and I went to another cabinet for dishes. It was not too damaged, but he had a drawer just stowed away. I showed the head of the shop that offered me that he would go to Arauco Portico where he will take a tray of loose and he dropped me off the scent. But reduction, gosh, no.
My dear readers. Sometimes when one has the moral socks, forget pride. I bought the furniture and I paid the total price. Yes, they're good traders. They know that customers, they come back. To keep a little self-esteem, I tell myself at least, they laundered less sub. What will stop to amaze me is the joy of life that shows a lot of Chilean. Because if we were a bit of trouble to furnish our apartment, put it in a habitable condition by fighting with our neighbors, at least, it was not financial concerns. So in reality, it n ' has almost not worry. Most Chileans have the same worries, but in addition, their life is counted by a peso. I do not know where their energy comes out and the fact they always seem to be happy. When I joined Portico, there were two guys who came to see me expressing their joy: "You know you are! We know you! You live in Monte Carmelo!" Astonished, I watched without knowing where I know them. "But we, we brought you the table! How did it go? You have received a discount?" I happily followed the two in the store. They looked at the furniture I wanted to buy me and they looked with enthusiasm copy any scoring. Once we found that the drawer is a little box, they ran head to see it just give me a discount. Which I have not received but got the two deliverymen who brought me the closet with incredible joy. And it's always like this. Chileans, even if at first glance, they are often not very friendly, after two minutes that you spend together, they ask you how you're going constantly, how do you like Chile, if you like beans, if you like Chilean food, if you like football, if you have children, if you work, good, brief, there is always something to talk about.
But life for most Chileans is very hard. Several more times this week, I felt very sorry for them and I told myself that we are is privileged. Juan, the gentleman who installed the dishwasher at home, had an accident two years ago. His car was inoperable and he spent time in hospital. Meanwhile, the construction company went bankrupt. But as it is clever, he always finds the work of a mason or none. But with the crisis, most sites was stopped. He is doing as we can and we could give him work for the day with his wife, Victoria, our housekeeper.
The boy who came to help with Juan has a similar story. Unfortunately, I forgot his name and the blog, I'll call him so for example Pedro. It lives in the San Ramon, next to La Granja, south of Santiago. Pedro told me that her neighborhood is good, but it is just off Pintana, a neighborhood full of drugs. But I assure you that even in San Ramon, you can not leave your empty house and go on a weekend, if you want to find all your business. Pedro worked as a laborer as Toyota is doing in its own way in time of crisis. The company stopped production for two months and it fired for two months, the workers. It will take them back afterwards. In Chile, it is possible. Now, therefore, Pedro did not return. Fortunately, in Chile, there is a network relationships and people help each other. Juan Pedro is therefore with him to help him with work. During the time that Juan was looking to take the dishwasher to Sodimac, Pedro cleaned and afterwards he came to me. He asked me how I was, I liked how Chile and as I too have asked questions, he told me his story slowly. He said he had two children, a decade, and the other ten months. He speaks with pride of his eldest son who is hard at school and had a scholarship to college. With the same pride, he tells me he got married very young, because his future wife, a nurse, received an offer from the United States with a rich family where she worked as a caregiver. And like Pedro did not want her to leave, he proposed marriage. But after the birth of first child, his wife suffered from depression and post-natal depression that has reappeared with the second. Suddenly, his wife occasionally works as the housekeeper, as nursing job is too stressful for her. When Pedro tells me about his wife's depression, I see tears in his eyes. I see that he too is on the verge of a depression. I imagine his life unemployed, with the sick wife and two children. I asked him if his wife has followed. He assures me they see a therapist every two weeks. We talk a bit about what is postnatal depression and I ask, if his wife is breastfeeding. I said yes. With my primitive English, I said she should stop, because depression is often linked to hormonal balance. I'm surprised nobody has mentioned it. But I also see in his eyes as if his wife stops breastfeeding, they will have to feed the child in another way. Better in a month. When Toyota rehire.
The mental illnesses are horrible. And they are especially if you're poor. I do my volunteer association which are all types of people. Alzheimer's disease does not discriminate. But I see from the poor is a disease more difficult. Because they can not afford a home help. Sometimes it's neighbors to help, fortunately. Also, the public health care system is not the same. Public physicians have no time to listen to the patient's family to distinguish whether the patient has hallucinations, if delusional, or conversely if he sleeps all day. So, for the poor, care is more difficult, also because the "good" moments with the patient are rare. And there are financial concerns added. This poor
Chile scares me. I know that my worries are small concerns. It this, Chile: rich neighborhoods with their lives and fliquée isolated and poor areas where people live as they can ...
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