Talking a little about dreams.
Dreaming doesn't cost anything and I’m referring to those dreams that occur at night. Many times I can't remember my dreams, but at other times I remember them so clearly and I can tell in great detail everything that happened in a long period of time.
When telling what happens to me in a dream, it is a very long thing to describe as the dream happens very fast. It has also happened to me that I have woken up from the dream and I remember it. Sometimes it has been good and sometimes it has been bad. In both cases I have dreamed it again even though I am sure that I woke up from it, that I was able to get up and go back to bed and yet return to the same dream.
When it comes to unwanted dreams I start to pray and then fall asleep while praying and thus avoid having those disturbing dreams again.
I have dreamed so many things but the ones I like the most are the ones where I fly out of my predicament. In other words, in my dreams I always have a superpower and that is to fly.
When I dream that I am in an abyss I can feel that I am falling but immediately I take out my arms and extend them and I can fly. I have never died in my dreams because my flying arms get me out of trouble.
I have dreamed that I fall into the sea in a shipwreck and then dive deep, reach the bottom and think I am going to breathe and in doing so I do not drown and it gives me time to continue swimming to the surface breathing the air under the water and not drowning.
This seems more like a nightmare, but dreaming that I can fly or breathe underwater makes me feel that I have powers that allow me to survive and the dream allows me to get out of my stress and it becomes an enjoyable experience as I cannot die.
I can fly high above the clouds, above the surface of the earth, above sea level and I can breathe underwater, what more can I ask to happen to me for a dream to stop being a nightmare when I am about to be caught by the bad guy of the dream.
Once I dreamed of the Virgin Mary, she did not speak to me but she gave me the feeling of peace. I was in a grotto and many devil worshipping characters would appear there but her presence on an altar where mass was not yet presiding made me feel protected by her.
Why do we sometimes dream of what we have seen during the day, or of what we have talked about during that day as well? At other times dreams reveal themselves without having had any thoughts or ideas that they would occur.
Dreams are an unknown to me. In some cases, they seem to come to give us some information and in other cases they only seem to come to give us lessons or scares. In some cases, they warn us of things and in other cases they scare us because of their indecipherable content.
I like to dream but with nice dreams. It is not pleasant to wake up with a pounding heart because the dream plunged us into some danger. I really liked dreaming where they give me money and when I wake up, I have my fist clenched clutching my money, only to later open my hand and only find an emptiness in my fist. This type of dream makes me smile to myself at the deception of my own body.
If there's one thing I haven't dreamed about, it's that I kill someone, I love writing about murders and reading about murder cases that have yet to be closed because of such poor evidence and brutal cases of family murderers. I like how the forensics part gets evidence or how the detective part can speak for itself. But even if I've read so much and seen of these stories, I don't know why I haven't dreamed that I'm an assassin or something… Or at least I don't remember those dreams.
Will creeps dream that they kill people? I never asked myself this question before, do you know anything about this?
Well, my dear friends this is what I came up with today to bring you to read. Do you have something to tell me about your dreams? Let me know in the comments.
Thank you all for your comments and votes, you are the best and I love you.
I'm @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
Achieving what you want?
Life is a mystery in its workings. I say this as a trivial way of getting into the subject I will now address.
Many times we have heard older people say that we must study to achieve success, but we encounter very different situations in life, there are people who have studied to have a degree and thus be creditors of certain credentials to qualify for good jobs, but over time they are disappointed to see that they have not achieved what was instilled in them.
The opposite happens with many other people who have not studied and even only reached a basic level in high school but have had the success they wanted to find.
I don't mean to imply with this that we should not study or prepare ourselves to achieve our desired dreams, in any way. Because there are many people who have given their greatest possible time to their studies and have achieved overwhelming success.
Now what I am getting at is the following... should you study for the sake of studying... or should you follow your passion no matter what it means to quit or what you have to do? I particularly believe that no one has the perfect formula to know if all your efforts in life will get the desired merits or if what you are doing will simply be a failure.
The best answer to this is to do what you have to do. There are and there were people who seem to have been born to study, to prepare themselves in their profession and so good professionals they are and were. This is where I want to get to, they fought for their greatest passion and they succeeded.
While there are people who did not find it so interesting to study and focused on doing what their heart asked them to do. They did it with such fervor that they achieved their success and reached their goals and they continue to work at it to achieve supremacy.
It's good then to know not as a final conclusion but as an encouragement that every effort with passion has a success on the way that is commensurate with their way of striving to achieve it.
I don't believe that everyone is ready to study and give their all nor do I believe that everyone is ready to make a maximized effort to achieve a success at the end of their vision.
Visionary people are the ones who manage to have success in their hands because they are not making the path as they go along but they are seeing the path they already had in their mind. Do I make myself clear?
What I mean by this is that there are people who have a futuristic idea of what they want to achieve and all their efforts are directed to make the path from where they are until they reach that specific vision they have.
On the other hand, there are other people who do not succeed because in their mind they do not have the final product but they start and go tracing paths to see where and how far they get.
To be more permissive it has also happened that these people who are struggling in life without a fixed path can have a stroke of good life and be directed to success without themselves knowing it.
Where this can go, it's a paradox. No one knows exactly how success works, but it is advisable to set goals, objectives, have discipline and a vision of where you want to go.
Success is not for everyone, it only comes to those who really want to sacrifice a lot of themselves to achieve it. I think the important thing is to always maintain humility when you get to where you want to be, because thinking that we are better because we achieve what others do not, does not make us better people and yet there are all kinds of people with all kinds of mentalities who have also achieved success.
Where do you place yourself, in being humble, in being arrogant or in being indifferent to everything because it is as simple as that nothing around you interests you to waste your time in thoughts outside your needs.
We are people so equal and at the same time we are all unique in our essence. Nothing is the same in life, nothing is as good or as bad, we must keep ourselves whole and respect ourselves first and then respect the world, it is much easier.
Do not stop studying what you yearn for even if you find it very difficult at first, do not stop fighting for what you want even if at some point along the way your demons torment you. If it is to study, study, if it is to work, work. Don't stop at anything, the world will want to stop you but just listen to them and keep going. Pursue your dreams until they take you to the end and then you will be able to see if you reach the triumph or if you still have a long way to go.
Whatever you decide to do understand that there is more than one way to achieve what you want, it can be short or it can be long your way. It all depends on you and how much you love yourself and how you respect yourself. Your decisions are the ones that count, good or bad decisions will get you to the end. It's up to you. Either the longer or shorter path, it doesn't matter, but if you are going to get there, you will get there.
Thank you all for your comments and votes.
I'm @gertu13 from venezuela to the world.
My opinion as a doctor
Greetings friends all, I hope you are having a better day today. Today I want to tell you about a case that has worried me a lot about a patient to whom I performed an ultrasound study. I do not know how it’s in your countries but here the patients were treated with much nobility and love. I have and keep memories of when I trained as a doctor because I had a group of professors who were concerned that the mystique of the doctor should not be lost.
Of course, there are all kinds in the Lord's vineyard. There are good and bad people everywhere. I cannot say that it should not be like that just because we are physicians, no, I cannot say it because we are human beings first and foremost and anyone can sin.
If a human being has no feelings or empathy for the pain of others, he can never be a human being and as a complement a medic and human being with a good heart.
I have been very lucky because the times I have needed a colleague to take care of me, he has done it very well and I have improved one hundred percent. I can't say for some of the patients I have referred for hospital care. I can't say that they have been cared for properly and were fortunate enough to encounter good treatment.
Almost a week ago I was able to treat a patient and I indicated to the relatives that she should be treated and hospitalized, but they were unlucky enough to encounter the precarious situation that my country is going through. The doctors they went to did not hospitalize her and sent her home with a diet as if she were suffering from an inflammation of the stomach or colon.
My diagnosis as an ultrasound doctor was of no use to them, they took her back several times and today the patient has not been hospitalized yet and they only treat her for the emergency.
Do you know what it is to feel pity? When someone commits a fault and the other person feels pity or pain because that person made a grotesque mistake… That is what I feel today.
I feel a terrible pain in my heart because it’s impossible by medical ethics for a patient to go to a hospital for help and for more than 4 times they send her back home because they say whatever they want and do nothing.
I know that the patient had been suffering from pain for a long time but that is no reason to keep leaving her in pain, in an endless back and forth and not give her a definitive diagnosis to help her get better. Many of you will feel reflected in what I am saying, but I cannot say that this is the way it was before, the way being treated here was.
I believe that the pandemic, instead of bringing out the best in people, has allowed the worst to come out. My country is falling apart, little by little from the bottom, undermining the foundations and reaching the top to end a health system that I was proud to belong to. With all that is happening now, know that I feel very hurt in my heart and my hands are tied.
Why? Because while I strive to do what is humanly possible and find a good diagnosis to help my fellow man, others who are on the other side of the health care system are allowing everything to go down the drain.
Friends, excuse me but I had to drain myself by writing what my heart feels. Knowing that my patient has not yet been cared for as God's law and the law of medical practice commands. I feel helpless and sad that I did the best I could to diagnose and the others in several of the larger hospitals in my city still have not agreed to help this lady who could be anyone's mother, sister, aunt.
I feel that we are very far from healing as a country, that my land is becoming more and more a place without repair, with dehumanized people without feelings.
I only ask God to touch the heart of someone who is an authority in a hospital center and save the life of this lady who needs it today.
Thank you, my dear ones, for reading and leaving your comments. I love you all.
I'm @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
The memory of a yesterday.
Greetings friends of this great family, I'll you something that I just remembered and it is from my real life. It happened that when I was a little girl of about 8 or 9 years old. I was a terrible child, I would get into so much mischief at home that my mother would be tormented by it and when my dad would come home my mom would tell him the whole story and I would end up getting beaten by his belt, the one my dad wore on his pants.
As time went by I remember how he would take off his leash so quickly. I remember later, as an adult, that he resembled a TV cartoon called Sinbad the Sailor. This was a young man who was very thin, a typical teenager and when there were obstacles on his ship he pulled his belt and became a big strong man and managed to end all the injustices around him. Hahaha, only in my case it was the other way around.
My father wanted to finish me off by giving me so many blows on my legs that they were bruised. You know what? The physical wounds he left on my body were not as much as the wounds he left on my heart. I hated him, I hated him so much. You can't imagine what it's like to hate a father, for all the beatings he gave me. All that was for my correction as they believed, my parents, but it was not so.
He could only traumatize me with so many blows, I learned nothing, he only intimidated me, and I lost respect for him forever. I grew up hating my father.
It was much later over the years that I myself felt that the hatred was killing my life and I started to forgive myself, and then I went to forgive him and he forgave me.
You know what? It was the best thing I ever did in my whole life. From there I learned to forgive everyone. I don't forget, no, I can't forget but the thought doesn't hurt me anymore. I forgave from the bottom of my heart and I freed myself.
That is why I always tell you that you can forgive those who hurt us, from the depths of our heart and release the mental burden that you carry inside and that weighs so much. Remembering is another thing, like forgetting what hurt you so much and traumatized you for almost half of your life, it is impossible to forget.
So, I was telling you that I was very terrible, you know? I used to climb the fruit trees of my house. I taught my two younger brothers to climb, I always went ahead to make sure that the branches would hold my body and their bodies too.
Little by little I was training them and teaching them the things of life because I was the oldest, but you know something, the time came when I could not continue with the task of being a big brother and I had to take care of being a big sister, a woman. I hated that moment and the changes it brought about in me. I could no longer climb trees, jump rocks, fight with my brothers until we rolled on the ground. No more, never again.
My characters as a woman began to develop very quickly and my younger brother took over doing the things I did, now he was in charge. This was a change for me that also bothered me because I wanted to continue being the boss and I couldn't. Hehehe, things of life.
My dear friends, the things one remembers as time goes by. I am laughing and enjoying my memories as I share this with you.
Part of my life from my past has been forever reflected in these pages of this community.
Thank you for your comments my dear readers.
I'm @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
Discrimination, or what?
Greetings friends of this great family, here I am hoping that you are doing very well at this time.
There is something that I have been seeing lately in videos and it has caught my attention enough to write about it.
Technology nowadays is at everyone's fingertips and we very often see stories and watch videos about people who have been recorded doing heroic acts and also many doing vile acts.
So many videos are recorded that, when people want to harm others, they are discovered because somewhere someone was recording the scene, as well as it also happens with recorded videos of people doing humanitarian acts.
And I am not referring to the reality shows but to those videos taken occasionally or accidentally. These are the ones I want to refer to. I have seen how in many countries’ videos are recorded of scenes where there is discrimination, not only with Spanish speaking people but with people who perform various tasks.
Recently I saw a video where English-speaking people reproached the owner of the restaurant for speaking in their native language, that they should only speak in English. He was referring to the owner of a fast-food restaurant who was Mexican and the ladies asked him not to speak Spanish in their country.
Sometimes we are very offensive and we use our gray hairs to get on top of others. My way of seeing things is more open. I grew up in a Spanish speaking country and when our economy was doing so well many immigrants from different countries came over here, they spoke their respective languages and made colonies or clubs where they met.
Chinese, Japanese, Germans, Italians, Portuguese, Indians and from many other lands came to this country looking for a better way of life and they got it. We are not people who discriminate, we are kind people and we support those who come to this country.
I make this remark because I see nothing wrong with people speaking their language as long as it is not to address another person who will not understand it. We have our mother tongue and a second language depending on the country that welcomes us, that does not mean that we will forget our language, culture and roots.
The authority gave the reason to the owner of the restaurant who asked the ladies not to return to his restaurant because the atmosphere there was social and not discriminatory.
I also saw another video where a guy with a Latin demeanor was walking with his dog and the lady on the other side yelled at him and asked him to get his dog out of the way so she could pass. He replied that his dog would not attack hers and that they could both pass but the lady got offended and started yelling that the boy's dog was attacking her and the boy told her not to lie that his dog was not attacking anyone. The lady got to the point that she threw herself on the ground pretending that the dog attacked her.
She did not know she was being recorded and the authorities saw that. I ask myself, why are there older people who abuse others and rely on their age to do harm.
How many people have been unjustly prosecuted because someone swore that they saw it, that they witnessed it and that it was that person and without gathering more evidence in a discriminatory trial, they have been imprisoned for years.
Why do people feel good about hurting others? I do not understand why they do not want to live in peace and try to verbally attack, to separate, to judge, to criticize others without even knowing the details and just to impress that they know what they say or do.
The world is full of people of low character, that instead of leaving good traces, they leave their dark traces along the way. They do not have forgiveness, they do not have acceptance with others, they impose themselves on the judgments and ways of life of others.
There are many people who cannot live a life in peace and do not let others live in peace either. I don't know what kind of personality you approve of but I prefer to live peacefully without doing harm and help those I can while I can. Without interfering with anyone's way of life no matter how eccentric it may seem to me. It is the life others choose to live and I chose mine.
Thank you, friends, for reading and I look forward to reading your comments on the subject, thank you very much.
I'm @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
My Caribbean beach
Greetings beautiful read.cash community. Have you been to the beach lately? If you haven't, don't worry, today we will travel to one of the most beloved beaches in the state of Nueva Esparta on Margarita Island, Venezuela.
From the place where I live, I have to take a ferry or a transport boat. The boat carries both food, basic necessities and passengers on board and you can even take your car. You park it at the bottom of the boat and then navigate the sea that separates us from the beautiful island.
Depending on the boat, it can take from 4 to 5 hours to reach your destination.
I want to tell you that there are many beaches to go to here. The boat arrives in port, safe and sound. We take our car out of it and drive to the town where we intend to stay.
There are many places to stay, remember that this is a tourist island, and receives many visitors all year round.
We stay in a hotel that has a three-day, two-night package. Breakfast and lunch are included. I don't join the group that will visit old buildings and historical towns but go straight to visit my beaches and friends who are here and whom I haven't seen for a long time.
I arrive at this beautiful dream beach, where you can see how these small boats of the fishermen of the surrounding area are resting on the shore. It is so enriching to see them arrive in the morning or in the afternoon with their fishing trophy. It’s the best thing to eat, their freshly caught fish.
Walking along these shores breathing the fresh breeze with the smell of salt and sun. Letting the breeze surround your body with its soft caress, as the sun begins to warm your body. You must protect your skin because the ultraviolet rays here are extremely dangerous and cause a lot of damage to the skin. Just because we are enraptured by the beauty of our sea, we forget a little bit about reality.
That is the intention to stay two days delighting ourselves with nature, visiting old friends to also nourish the soul with old memories of the crazy youth we lived. Away from so many worries.
Friends, beach, sun and sand, together everything is a force that inspires to move forward despite all the surrounding evils.
After staying, eating the delicacies of the sea and enjoying our sand, sea and friends, we have to say goodbye because our vacation plan is only for three days. So, on Sunday very early to get ready to go back to the port and take the boat that will return us back to our city.
It’s so close and yet so far away to have this beautiful tourist city and because of the many inconveniences that the economy has brought we can’t go as often as we wish.
This my dear friends has been a virtual trip that I have recreated in my mind because of the immense desire to visit this divine beach again and not only talk on the phone with my dear friends but to see them in person.
When I make my real trip, I will show you many more pictures of the meals and the cities I will visit using the tour plan I took.
Thank you all for your visit, comments and votes. I love you all.
All photos are of my property.
I’m @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
Communication
Greetings friends of this great family. Today I'll share with you a simple story, but as always, with a lesson in the end.
In a fantasy world there was a family made up of three siblings and their parents. The children had a particular way of doing their lives, although they were raised in an environment of love and respect, each one acted differently.
Not that this way of acting bothered their parents, but rather that they wondered why their children were so different.
It was a family of cats that lived in the house of a beautiful lady who took care of them with love but allowed them their freedom.
The youngest, José, was the most extroverted and ran everywhere; he was the one who risked the most to go out alone in the garden and dreamed of crossing the limits of the forbidden frontier.
The second of them was Juan, he was more introverted and had a hard time leaving his mother's skirts and his father's constant care.
The third was Jaime, the oldest of the three, the most experienced and the most sensible to make his escapades to the borders. Once he did and from then on he would sneak out of his parents' sight and go for walks and see lots of girls and then return home as if nothing had happened.
His brothers began to notice his escapades and tried to follow in his footsteps but Jaime would always lose them in the garden so they wouldn't follow him, but one day José noticed a small hole in the garden. Maybe that was where his brother was hiding and he could cross the border and go back there.
So the next day Joseph went away from his brothers first and went to the hole he observed and cautiously entered through it. He walked for a long time through that place that was also covered with plants and flowers as in the place where he lives.
And so he began to go little by little through that hole, and no one knew that he did it on the sly because then he would come back and meet his younger brother who was resting near his mother, waiting for everyone to meet again.
One fine day Jaime disappeared, he did not appear in the garden as he always did. His parents were worried. The night passed and during the next morning he still did not appear. The parents asked their children to stay awake while they went to check the whole area for traces of Jaime. But they did not find his footprints in the whole garden.
In the afternoon José decided to go out and go through the hole and look to see if his brother was there, he checked the entire adjoining garden and did not see his brother but something seemed strange this time. There was a part of the garden that was torn up, as if there had been a fight there and when he went to investigate there were traces of his brother's fur, something happened.
He kept looking and found him, there he was in a kind of house with iron bars, his brother was wounded, lying on one side of his body. He could barely reach him with great stealth and started calling his name....
*"Jaime... Jaime, wake up."*
As best he could, Jaime opened his eyes and when he saw his little brother, he opened his eyes wider and said...
*"Brother, take care of yourself. There is a big monster that acts very stealthy. He caught me but not before leaving like this. The people who live here are not like our servants. These are evil and they have me here alone in these bars.*
*Try to open it carefully here on your side, but without making too much noise, otherwise that monster will come after you too."*
José, with his wiles, was able to get him out of there and grabbed him as best he could and dragged him to the other side of the courtyard. There he left him while he looked for help because his brother was very heavy and already exhausted. He arrived with help from his family and together they carried Jaime to the entrance of the house, they made a fuss so that their servants could grab him and take precautions.
That's how little José saved his brother and then they had to eventually reveal what it was that they did on the garden and how.
Their servants noticed the hole between their house and that of their unfriendly neighbors. These neighbors had a big dog with big teeth. It did not bark but acted very viciously against everything that lurked there.
So the parents gathered their three children together and said....
*"This would not have happened if we, as parents instead of forbidding you to go outside the border, had told you that such a beast exists and is not a friend of cats. We also failed to ask them what they were doing all day in the garden while their brother Juan just slept next to us.*
*From now on they must tell everything they do in the garden when they leave our side. Being equally prepared makes us work as a team. And so nothing can seriously affect us if we all deal with it together."*
Communication is the basis of everything. In a formed group, rules must be made and everyone must participate in keeping the rules with communication, honesty and integrity. These are the forces that keep groups alert and safe.
I hope you liked this little story. Thank you for your comments and I also thank all my sponsors and their renewals.
I’m @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
Virtual trip to the countryside.
Greetings dear friends, I hope you are all very well this Saturday. Today I am writing to you with little desire to do so. Has it ever happened to you that sometimes you know you have to do something and you can't do it with the spirit you always do? Well, let me tell you that today I am in that state.
I really want to travel again to travel the roads of my country but I have the small inconvenience that today I have no vehicle, that gasoline is terribly scarce and based on that exceeds the limits of the established price.
It’s also not possible to go out of the budget because, to pay for cabs or transportation to take us from one place to another due to the problem mentioned above, is too expensive.
My hands are tied and I can only dream of traveling somewhere with my son and my friends.
I invite you to my virtual trip. I take my car and put all my son's and my belongings in it and I go to put gas in the gas tank. After there I check the tires to see if they are well filled with air, as well as check the engine oil and the oil in the box of my vehicle, the water in the battery and everything is ready for my virtual trip.
I head for the avenue that takes me to the distributor and toll of the city. From there I go through towns and arrive to the city of Anaco where my younger brother is with his family, we are always well received there, we spend the day with my brother eating, talking and then we continue our way to the town that leads us to the countryside, it’s our favorite stop.
After passing through several cities and immersing ourselves in the villages of the plains of my country, where cattle and buffaloes are raised, good milk is produced to process cheese and butter, and sugar cane is also planted.
We arrive at our destination but the trip does not end there because from here we go deeper into the plains to reach a country house where we spend the day picking the corn cobs. With them they make delicious cachapas which is a typical dish of my country, made after passing the tender corn just taken from the plant. It’s ground and prepared with a little more milk and a pinch of salt and sugar. This doughy mass that comes out of there is passed through a budare, which is like a flat frying pan.
The doughy corn dough is spread and is expected to cook on one side to cook the other and then proceed to eat with freshly made cheese, butter and chicken or pork depending on what has been planned.
It is a typical dish of my plains, cachapa with cheese, with pork or chicken and avocado. It is a delight to eat. There is a swimming pool where we go for a dip after we have rested from our meal and we listen to the music of the region which is based on a rhythm with cuatro which is a stringed instrument similar to a guitar but with four strings, it is also accompanied by the harp and maracas.
We spent a spectacular day and we thought about what we would do tomorrow, lying in hammocks under the moonlight and out in the open in nature.
We spend two exciting days with so many adventures in the two days we spend there. Then comes the farewell and the wish for a soon return.
It has been a few years since our weekend trips, but nothing is possible anymore because everything has changed. The country's economy has collapsed, there is not enough gasoline to be going from one place to another because possibly on the way back there is nowhere to buy more gasoline. There is also no family in the countryside to go to.
The camp was abandoned because the antisocials attacked it several times and took everything they wanted from there as their furtive owners. My family is all separated, the children have gone to other countries in search of a better life.
My younger brother. Where I first came to say hello to continue the journey is no longer there, he died after a heart failure, and the family left the country.
And I sold my car and for reasons beyond my control I have not bought another one. That's why I decided to share this virtual trip my dear friends.
I hope everyone is healthy, thanks for your comments and votes and thanks even more to all my sponsors.
I'm @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
A new learning.
Every day you learn something new. I didn't know that from the central stem of the banana plant you can get a palm heart, when I started to find out something about it, I discovered something new for me. I love to eat palm hearts, their texture, softness and flavor is very special to my palate.
I started to find out how to prepare the stem and this is how it goes, the plant is cut. Then you cut it vertically, that is, along the longest length, not horizontally.
Then you remove the center of the banana stem until you find the center of the stem which is very white and circular in shape just like the palm heart of the palm tree.
This must be prepared in a very disciplined way. It must be washed in water with salt and vinegar so that it does not oxidize, because it does it very quickly and becomes very dark in color.
Then it is cut into small or long pieces of about 5cm. They are washed in a solution with water and vinegar, let stand for a few minutes. Then the fiber that bounces that seems elastic is removed. It is then placed in a pot with water to boil with salt and vinegar for 2 minutes and then discard the water, remove the hearts of palm from the water... and then boil *again* in another pot, with salt and vinegar as well, but now for 10 minutes.
After this second boiling, the hearts of palm are cooked and should be refrigerated in glass containers with some of the water used for the final cooking.
What do you think? Do you eat it this way in your country? For me it's something new and I share it because maybe you do know it and you can share another way to do it.
I have my banana plants so the next time I cut the stalk to make fertilizer for plants I will cut it to take out the heart of palm and cook it. Just like I have learned.
I like it when I learn new things and especially when I learn how to recycle the parts of a tree. Before I used to throw away the dried leaves of my plants, the stems I pruned from my plants all for the garbage bag and after I learned that all this makes such a special compost for the plants, I never threw anything vegetable in the garbage again.
The same goes for farm animal feces. They are usually a special compost, the use of chicken manure, goat, lamb, cow, mule, horse feces, that is prepared in such a way that when it is put on the plants it makes them flourish and grow in such a way that you don't want to buy inorganic fertilizers with chemicals attached to them.
One way of composting that I learned is to cut off the damaged leaves of the plants and put them in a bucket. Then I put them in water until the container where I put the leaves is completely covered. After 24 or 48 hours I can use this water to water my plants and you will see what benefits it brings to all the plants where I put this infusion every week.
So far I tell you what I have learned again both in the culinary part and in the gardening part.
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The Pitahaya flower
This flower belongs to a cactus named *Hylocereus Undatus*. This cactus has been one of the plants that I have always wanted to have, ever since I saw the fruit that the cactus produces in a documentary, I fell in love with it.
The truth is that I unintentionally knew that I already had this plant. A friend of mine gave me a small piece of it two years ago and told me that when it bloomed it would give me beautiful flowers.
I accepted it and planted it next to another of my large cacti, the Opuntia Nopal. There the cats that often come to my garden destroyed it all the time. A year went by and the plant went from one side of the floor to the other pulled by the cats. I still didn't know what a treasure I had.
One day the lady who gave me the piece of cactus called me and sent me her photos of the flower. I liked it very much and I immediately started to find out which tree it belonged to and it was then when I discovered that it was the Hylocereus cactus I was looking for. I had it for more than 1 year and did not know what it was.
Since then, I moved it and put it near my banana plants and there the cats never touched it again. It grew and grew and now it is a full-grown plant.
This plant has, in addition to its terrestrial roots, aerial roots with which it attaches itself to other surfaces and entangles itself to them. It is a plant that could be considered epiphytic because its roots are attached to many surfaces. Mine is in a place where its branches can protect with its thorns the entrance of my house.
Two days ago, I saw its flower and started to take as many pictures as I could. From the time I first saw her until yesterday she bloomed overnight. Needless to say, she scented my whole garden that's why I know she belongs to the yellow pitahya. In the morning she starts her normal involution cycle to continue her development to fruit if she was pollinated.
The literature says that it is more aromatic than the red pitahaya. So, my desire to have a pitahaya plant has been fulfilled. What I am not so sure about is if it will form fruit. I know there are bats around here but I don't know if they saw it and pollinated it.
I still have a way of uncertainty with my plant but the best thing is happening and it is the beauty of its flower and something that impressed me is its inebriating aroma.
It is a plant that grows a lot in mountain areas and tropical climates. It’s abundant in my country but I know that it is also found in many countries with a similar climate. It’s estimated that its origin is in Central America and southern countries.
I was also able to know that this plant resists both a climate of direct sun and semi-shade. I planted my plant in semi-shade, it gets a few hours of sun in the morning and then it gets a lot of shade.
The flower also has its own way of growing, when I saw it for the first time, I realized that it does not face the sun but on the opposite side it looks for the shadow or the moon's gaze. This way the flower does not burn when separating its green petals that form the outside. Inside you can see many white petals with several long yellow pistils. The flower measures approximately 30cm.
In some countries it is considered an invasive plant. It does not need much care to thrive. Sow in a substrate with abundant organic matter and good soil drainage. It can also grow in pots placing a tutor to hold on to it while it is transplanted to a more suitable place for its size. It can grow up to 1 meter. If you lengthen its branches of course it roots and keeps multiplying its length, my plant is about two meters long.
It is a long-lived plant, it is perennial. It can be reproduced by seeds. I reproduce it by small stems. I already have two to wait to grow in the conditions of the same mother.
For now, this is all I can tell you about my plant and my Hylocereus flower.
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The flower of the desert y las Bromelias
The flower of the desert
This plant is called with the common name of *desert rose* or *desert flower* and its scientific name is Adeniun Obesum. It’s blooming in the garden of a relative and I took the opportunity to take pictures of it.
It is a plant native to Africa but grows very normally in other continents. It is a perennial plant that is cultivated in tropical and subtropical climates. In my country it is used as an ornamental plant and it is very easily seen between the islands of two roads in the avenues because it can measure from 1 to 2 meters. It is very sought after to make bonsais, Japanese technique to keep a tree in its minimum expression in a small pot and still maintains its flowering and thick stem as a regular sized tree.
The flowers are red or strong pink or soft pink tinged with white color. Like this one I have brought today, it has about 5 open petals that reveal its lovely color.
This plant does not need large amounts of liquid as do the cacti although it does not belong to this group, but it belongs to the group of caudiciform plants.
It’s propagated by seeds or by small branches of the plant, I want to say that although it is very pretty, I have never been interested in propagating it, maybe in the near future I will do it and I will see how its production turns out. In the meantime, please enjoy these beautiful flowers.
The plant has thick stems and it is there where it keeps most of its liquid for the times of low water. It does not normally need a lot of liquid but in the rainy season it should not be watered because it runs the risk of rotting its roots.
Bromeliad Billbergia Pyramidalis
This is my Bromelia, with the rains is beginning to come out the flower of the plant. It comes out as an extension that little by little emerges from the center of its leaves. These leaves grow in the form of a rosette, that is to say, one in front of the other leaf and between them a space or concavity is formed where the water remains stagnant and it is from there that the plant is nourished.
It does not need water in the root but keeps the water that falls during rains or at night in its central leaves, where organic matter from insects and plants that fall there accumulates.
This plant is epiphytic, that is, it grows on trees, but we have found a way to adapt its environment in a pot, leaving its roots superficially in the soil and adding the irrigation water in its upper leaves.
She is a plant with thin, flat, green leaves and thorny at all ends. It does not grow very large and the inflorescence can measure up to 30 cm. and the inflorescence can measure up to 20 cm.
The flower remains on the plant for about 20 days after which the plant dies leaving behind one or two offspring that will repeat the cycle again.
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Friends and family as well.
My dear friends of read.cash, today is Sunday and in some parts of the world it is almost Monday. Where I want to go is to something that I have noticed in this community.
I have been in this community for more than a year now, I really don't know how long this community was formed when I arrived, but I can tell you that I didn't have the security that I have today. When I arrived here it was just my beginning as a content creator and there was a lot of spam to be found here, we even had to watch out for ourselves because we could be mistaken for one of them.
I was gaining experience as I went along with my content creations. I 'know I am not a writer as such because it would be offending such a privilege in the writings of real writers but today, I have advanced in the way I create, tell and narrate my publications.
I do know that I must continue to study and learn from the true talents of writers to assimilate many things I need to know. Someday I will be able to create a real niche as a content creation enthusiast.
Something I want to comment is that we are many here and more and more people are joining this family. I feel a real pride to belong to the read.cash family, I have also learned that there is a lot of collaboration here with friends who are going through different situations in their lives. Generally, the groups in this family come together to help those who are going through peculiar health situations.
I found out that user friend @pachuchay is going through a health situation and I see that there are people adding to her need and sharing some of the little they have to help.
I have also seen this reaction on noise.cash because we are the same there and here. We are people with the same desire to learn only in different degrees of knowledge about cryptocurrencies and how to earn and invest to grow the massive spread of bch and within this world of cryptocurrencies we learned to know each other, to tolerate each other, to share, to see many people here as brothers, as friends of present body and not as virtual friends.
That is why I believe that there is something greater that unites us and that is that the permanence, the insistence in supporting each other makes us feel like family and not virtual. I mean that true feelings of loyalty and friendship are born among us.
Many of us who are here call each other brothers because we have been communicating and supporting each other for a long time. Sometimes circumstances force us to move away a little but when we overcome them everyone else understands and we become the same as before.
I feel very honored to belong to this hard-working family, that day by day struggles to create content according to their tastes, knowledge, thoughts and other aspects.
You all know that you are my big virtual family, that we always support each other, that I feel proud to know what you do for each other in the difficult situations you face and that according to our possibilities we help the small, the medium and also the big ones.
And we not only support each other with sponsorships but also with other ways that we have at our disposal to help, with our advice, with our tips, with our follow-ups to those who truly have the commitment of base, we are family we are read.cash and noice.cash.
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I'm @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
I’m dreaming.
This is the story of who knows who or who knows what. I still can't think of what to write, so as I go along I must start to let some of my creative mind flow.
Yes, I am listening to instrumental tunes while my mind travels back in time remembering when I heard that tune the first few times. You know that for a person of my physical years there are a lot of memories stored in the chip of their memory... When he looks at something or hears something that seems familiar my mind flies and the deja vu starts, there is something there that already happened in other times and so it happens with the melodies I hear.
Do you know that there is a very long distance between the physical time of our body and the mental time? Let me explain. It happens that for many people who are already past 60 years of age like me, it happens to us that when we dream, we do not dream of the present physical age but we dream of the past mental age.
Let me explain better, it happens to me very often that when I sleep and rest deeply, I usually dream that I am a woman of about 30 or 35 years old or even younger. I never dream with my current physical age; it is as if my mind gave me these whimsical moments. And I dream of my parents who have passed away or I dream of my two siblings who have passed away or of friends who are no longer around and I dream and evoke them as in the past but with the difference that it is an updated picture.
Maybe I should see this sometime with a psychoanalyst to see what he/she tells me about it. I have never dreamed of my current years because my mind believes that I am not yet this age.
I know that when I was very young, I was very precocious I always wanted to be an adult very fast. In fact I became independent very young. I started to make my decisions from the age of 15 when I decided to study my first profession and from then on, I always kept getting more and more responsibilities, they don't weigh me down now, no, they never weighed me down.
I think that if I was really born again, I would take the same paths but with more accurate decisions because I made a lot of mistakes, thanks to my independence, I did not use to take some advices that were given to me far from my family or friends.
What I am getting at is that since I became an adult at a very young age, I started to enjoy children's things later as an adult like riding in bumper cars at the circus or going to see these distractions and enjoying them for the first time with my son.
I guess my mental development didn't evolve as fast as my physical development and I got mentally stuck in the past. I so enjoy the memories, my friends from the past, sitting and reminiscing about those moments that made me laugh.
It happens that remembering events, I never liked to stay too long in the groups and for one reason or another I left the groups very quickly. Sometimes people didn't want to enjoy themselves but to waste their time talking about other friends and I gradually stopped going to groups because of that.
Today I remember them and I think that I took many decisions in a very arbitrary way without thinking much and instead of leaving behind a trail of friends I left a trail of memories. That now in the passing of time they come back and it is then when I see that I made mistakes and they can no longer be solved because they are part of my past and they are no longer today but in my mind.
All these memories sometimes come to my mind in dreams and I am again the young student of yesterday, or the young nurse of so many years ago or maybe I remember the young doctor of 26 years ago when I was just finishing my career as such.
Dreaming is like surfing the internet, it makes you see things in other ways and in other times as if we are there but we know we are in an etheric memory because we have another life now.
In the same dream you can realize that it no longer exists and what happens? Because I am there, living moments that no longer are.
I am still young, I am in my dreams, you know? Maybe someone can identify with these thoughts that have come to my mind just by listening to a musical sound in my computer that took me to fly. I am not young anymore but I am still young in my dreams.
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Thank you all, I carry you in my memories and in my heart.
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Love and hope... the end
Where did my husband end up? The next morning I went to the hospital, even to the morgue, with great pain in my soul, but thank God I found nothing there.
The notices on the walls of the town multiplied, my family and friends helped me. It was all in vain.
Years passed; my heart had not buried the possibility of seeing him again. I lost him, where are you? I always ask. I don't know where but he is lost somewhere. I don't think he left us but something happened to him, but someday I'll know what?
I went on with my life, I had my beautiful son who was now 3 years old and looking more and more like his father, my husband's family couldn't understand what happened to him either and kept looking for him as I did.
Come summer, it was so unbearably hot that the levels of the lake next to the road dropped. Coming home in the afternoon on the longer but less traveled road, I could see the traffic inspectors pulling a car out of the river, I could see the corner of the car and its color and then the plates covered in mud. I immediately stopped, everyone turned around because of the screeching of my tires. It was Roberto's car... I ran from my car to the place that was cordoned off but I screamed so loud that someone came to my aid.
It was the traffic detectives that I had asked long ago to check the roads. There was my husband's vehicle.
I had to wait... it was the longest wait of my life. He had to be there. Oh God, no way… To die by drowning, or whatever had happened to him.
No, there's no one in the car. A flat tire. They presume that's what ran him off the road. A very thick tree trunk was down. It was still there. On that tree he hit the car, the roof of his car had a dent, he had probably hit it with his face or his head, he was not there, but where was he then? They continued their search and did not find his body in the lake.
I decided to search on my own, I have never lost hope of finding him. I followed the roads that led to several towns that were very close but not dependent on my town. Every week I went and searched and no one knew anything about my Roberto.
I went out one weekend with my son, he was already 4 years old. We went to buy groceries at a farm that had very good quality products and always supplied the locals in my town. We went and stayed at an inn, I planned to pick up the groceries and the next day continue on the road with my son. In the meantime, I would search here and there.
We returned in the afternoon to the inn ready to get ready to enjoy the local dinner and… it was there that I saw him...
My hands dropped the glass I was going to put to my lips, he was bringing dinner to me, he looked at me with his beautiful eyes and we stood looking at each other. I was stunned, but he just looked down and looked back up at me, as if he didn't know who I was and he didn't want to stop looking at me either.
He then said to me...
*"Excuse me, do you know me? From your look and your reaction, I think you have seen something in me. Please tell me if that is so. You see, after an accident more than 3 years ago I can't remember anything at all."*
I didn't know what to do, I couldn't even tell him that I did think I knew him.
*"Excuse me, you really don't remember me?"*
It was all I could say at that moment… And he himself was only staring at me, until he apologized and said...
*"No, I don't remember you."*
And there I was, his wife… and with our son who was looking at him like trying to remember him. He was very little when he stopped seeing him. I left it at that point, I didn't want to mortify him.
I asked him who he was there with and he told me the owner of the place.
*"He was the one who found me wandering the streets and offered me a job. I have been here for some time, trying to find my family or friends because I must have some them."*
I couldn't stand it anymore. I started crying. I broke down and told him that this child was his son, I also told him that I had been searching for him for 3 years, I told him everything I had to tell. He looked at me with deep and excited eyes.
He told me that he knew when he looked into my eyes, he realized that I had something that seemed familiar to him, and he didn't know what it was. Now he felt it, more than knowing it, he felt that someday he would recover his memories.
We talked to the owner of the store and he told me how he found him alone, walking along the road, with a heavy blow to the head and gave him help. As he found no answers to anything he kept him with him while he helped him on the farm and at the inn.
The next day we left the inn and headed for town where their relatives were waiting for him. It was a matter of luck or fate perhaps.
He was attended by doctors who found the best treatment for his memory loss and little by little he gradually recovered his memory. And I felt like the luckiest woman in the world with another second chance to enjoy my great love.
This is another fictitious story I made up for you today. With the difference that I did it with a love story.
Faith moves mountains, in any situation we must always listen to the voice of the heart and have enough faith to expect the unexpected and the miracle will happen.
This story symbolizes faith and true love, when the two cross paths only God can separate them.
I'm @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
Love and hope
In my region life is very pleasant, generally we all get along very well among neighbors and we all work in the surrounding industries.
The problem with me is that I am very introverted, I like to be alone, I don't like crowds although I try to hide it when I am invited to be in groups, but I can't stay too long among so many people and I always have an excuse to get out of there.
I have everything I need, my parents, my siblings, the few friends, the many co-workers, but I feel that something is still missing. My spirit is sad.
Even though I have always been able to be with me and in line with my ideals, now at 25 years old, I feel like there is a gap that I cannot fill. That hole is empty and I can't find a way to fill it. Is it really what my family says that I need the love of a man?
I don't know, I'm not really in the mood to look for a partner, I just hope that by the time I feel ready to meet him it won't be too late for me.
And so, life goes on for everyone in this beautiful town visited by many and loved by many others. One day while I was on my way to the supermarket and parked my car, I could see how someone was trying to put so many bags in his car that, in the attempt, he struggled and several things fell on the floor. I quickly went over and with his permission I managed to help him. As I placed the things in the car's trunk and we were saying nonsense apparently, we both looked each other in the eyes for a moment.
At that moment I was immersed in his gaze and I didn't want to take my eyes off him, but I knew I had to. Then I stepped back and apologized and I don't know how much nonsense I said until I said goodbye and turned around to leave.
Already entering the store to do my shopping, I felt a squeeze on my arm and a voice simultaneously said to me....
*"Hey! The least we can do for this chance encounter is to introduce ourselves"* and he stretched out his hand. I saw him and I think it was a long time before I came to my senses and decided to shake his, with a smile that was perhaps the best I had, I extended my hand and he quickly placed his other hand in mine and I managed to pull myself away with a touch of nervousness that he noticed.
*"Roberto"* he said, to which I answered… *"Patricia."*
I quickly slipped away to the shop and left him almost with my hand still up there in the doorway of the shop. I quickly went inside and started looking for the groceries I had been sent to buy but I forgot them and only remembered that nice man.
After a long walk looking without seeing I decided to stop and think about what I was doing to remember what I should buy. Little by little I remembered but the image of the man did not leave but came back and back like fresh gusts of soft breeze and made me get a slight smile.
I paid and left the place, driving home. On the way I kept repeating his name as if not to forget it, Roberto, Roberto.... I hope to see him again.
And so, a few days later I met him again walking very close to where I worked and we saw each other by chance. He recognized me immediately and I him. We both said our names at the same time and then laughed about it.
It was there that my love affair began. I never thought I would ever love someone like that in my life. The hole I felt in my heart felt full. He was a very dear person to everyone, my family adored him and my friends congratulated me for being so lucky to have found someone so special, kind, helpful, responsible and loving.
Soon after, we got married. It was a year-long relationship where we learned a lot about each other. I got pregnant and just a year after our wedding anniversary our first born was born. The happiness continued. There was so much love in our families. I learned to lean on him for confidence. I was helped by his strength, his love, his persistence.
It was a rainy day, beautiful as every day in our beautiful town and he decided to go out to do some shopping for dinner. He went out that night… and it was already very late. When he did not arrive, I felt scared and didn't know why.
I called the police and asked them to find out if there had been any accidents on the way here, but no. There were no reports, there was nothing wrong. So what had happened?
This is enough of this fictional story for today, we will continue in the next chapter.
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The girl with the smile... the ending
Maybe to others she went unnoticed, but not for me. At lunchtime she never came down, or at least I never saw her eating there again. What happened to the girl with the most beautiful smile in the place?
Another week went by and the girl was very unwell, she didn't smile and didn't talk to anyone. I had to talk to her, I had to know what was happening to her to try to help her, that's when I saw her leave and intercepted her. She had sunken eyes, it seemed that she did not sleep at all, I said to her...
*"Do you remember me?"* She said yes, to which I answered...
*"Can I walk with you? Or help you with anything? If you need anything please let me know… "*
She pushed me aside and ran out to the street. Right there she took a cab and left without a word.
The next morning I found out that someone had jumped off the roof of the building. It can't be, who could do something like that?
I went up to my place and there my colleagues told me who.
*"You know who jumped off the roof? The girl with the smile."*
No, how could it be? Why? What happened?
*"We don't know, we just hear conversations here and there."*
And I went to sit at my desk, sad that I couldn't help the girl with her big smile. As I sat down, I saw something on the top drawer of my desk and opened it. Thinking that I had left it open, but I had not. There was a letter there, I opened it and began to read it. It was from the girl with the smile.
*“IT friend, I leave you written what happened to me in these weeks. Because you were the only one who approached me to give me your help, but I know that no one can help now.*
*I came to this building with a thousand dreams, When the boss interviewed me, I thought he was excited about my resume but he was not. Something else caught his eye and I didn't notice, I simply saw the beauty in everyone around me. I left home hoping to help my family, I left the man I would marry waiting back in my hometown and swore to him I would return.*
*When the boss saw that he had his big chance he took advantage of me. Not only once, but he raped me several times, with the threat that if I said anything it would be worse for me. So, I put up with his behaviour for more than three weeks. I can't take it anymore, I just can’t. I am leaving this letter because I know you will know what to do to help me as you promised."*
My God... why would he hurt this innocent girl, that scoundrel, that disgusting man… It’s unforgivable. And yes, I know very well what I have to do. I took all my things, put them in a box and left them downstairs in a friend's locker and from there I went with the letter to the police.
It was the most I could do for the smiling girl, to honor her death.
No one knows what goes through an innocent heart that has been vilely outraged. No one can know how much pain a person carries that prevents them from seeking out a friend to talk about their sorrows. We must never forget that there is always someone willing to listen and give a helping hand to the fallen before making a tragic decision.
This dear friends, is a fictitious creation to make us think that when people change their behavior it is because something happens to them and we should not turn our back on them but give them a hand.
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I'm @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
The girl with the smile
Spring is here, flowers are already falling from the trees and making a carpet of colors along the long road I have to walk. It’s a lovely landscape, feeling the sun as it begins to warm my skin and the soft breeze impregnated with the smells of nature, it’s a gift from God to be able to appreciate all this with the senses that have been given to me.
Walking to work is not uncommon here because the cool weather lends itself to some morning exercise. Every day I walk for about 30 minutes, when I get to the building where I work I go to the cafeteria and there I have a cup of coffee before I go to my office and read some of the headlines in the newspaper.
This morning was a little strange, there in the coffee shop I met this girl who seemed full of energy. She talked and emitted such a radiant light and gave everyone a big smile. As she passed by me, she also looked at me and made a smile that simply invites you to return it.
These are fleeting moments that don't allow us to draw quick conclusions, I get up and head to my work and carry in my mind the memory of the girl with the smile.
Without wasting any time, I get to my office and settle into my computer to see what is planned for today. And so my hours go by until it's time for noon, which is the time we meet for lunch. I usually order my lunch and it arrives just in time to share with my co-workers.
As I pass by the tables at the lunch spot I meet the smiling girl, she is there. She is accompanied with other girls and smiles as much as she can. As I pass her, she notices me and smiles at me and I smile back. It seems silly to smile at someone I don't know but it looks so good on her.
The guys who always accompany me to meals arrived before me and we greet each other, save a place for me and there at a table for four, we share experiences of the day. I listened animatedly to each and every one of them and when it was my turn to tell, I could only tell them that I met a girl in the cafeteria at the entrance of the building and it was the same girl who is sitting two rows of tables over there.
"Ah yes," they tell me, "That's the girl, new assistant to the senior chief. Better not see her, the boss may retaliate against you as he doesn't like his direct staff to have anything to do with the floor staff."
"Wow, too bad, she seems like such a nice girl to me."
I kept thinking but desisted from approaching her because of my friends' recommendations. The next day as I was walking straight to work and already entering the cafe again. She always lends me her beautiful smile, now she knows we are business partners and greets me with a big hello.
*“Hello, where do you work?”*
And I answered.
*“In the IT department.”*
And she ran out and said goodbye with three coffees in her hands.
Days went by and I didn't see her again, I don't know what happened, we didn't see each other anymore, but at the end of the week the girl with the smile appeared. She had something different, her smile was gone. Her head was down and she didn't look up.
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The girl in black... the end
Every day after her funeral her children got together to tell how they lost her and because of their busy schedules which made them stay away. Just then someone rang the doorbell and I could see the girl in black I wanted to meet so badly, she took off her black coat, her hat with mesh fabric in front of her face and let her body and face show as clear as the day was. She was a young woman of stunning beauty but faded with sadness and I imagine it is from the loss of the mother.
While they attended to the newly arrived girl, I took the opportunity to take a close look at the photo of my neighbor who in a way I was very fond of, in truth I had not seen her for many weeks. I can't imagine how long but apparently it was long enough.
The girl sat down next to the relatives and there they conversed in a low voice. The person who opened the door asked me if I wanted to stay or if I wanted to leave because now the daily stories would continue. To which I answered that I would stay and agreed to listen to the stories of the listeners out loud and then the girl I wanted to meet got up from her chair and began to speak saying...
"As you know I am Cristina the youngest daughter of Miss Carmen Romero, I had gone for 2 years to a lost world, to a place where no one crosses it because it is very secluded and dangerous. My husband wanted to go and I decided of my own free will to leave my mother alone and go with him for these two years.
Recently while he was at the border, he was attacked by rebels who murdered everyone there. After a while I found out because we were told that all those who went to the border to help were massacred by gunfire, among them my husband. I had just come from burying him when I arrived at this house to see my mother again and found her dead.
These have been very hard days for me, I hope you understand that life is a dark place right now for me. I hope you understand that the pain does not make me cry because I have dried up. I hope you understand that I love you but I cannot bear these losses of my two loved ones and I am dead...
I am leaving, I just wanted to hear what you had to say and today it was my turn to tell you what is going on in my heart. I say goodbye with love to all of you my beautiful family and I have to go now, it is getting kinda late."
Although everyone insisted that she come back the next day I did not manage to hear what she said. At least I know her tragic story and tomorrow I will come back and talk to her.
Just a moment after she left someone knocked on the door and they thought the girl turned back but it wasn't her, it was the letter carrier bringing an urgent message that had been misplaced somewhere in the letter reception. He delivered it and withdrew. The girl opened it quickly and read it, then collapsed to the floor.
Everyone jumped to her aid, gave her air and called out to her several times until she woke up again. She still had the crumpled letter in her fingers and asked her brother to read the letter. It said...
"To the Romero family, we have the painful duty to inform that Mrs. Cristina Romero and her husband have suffered a serious accident at the border where they both lost their lives. Their remains are being held in the morgue of the city in question to be claimed by the relatives."
Our condolences to the Romero family for such a sad loss.
I got out of there as best I could... "I can't believe it, it's not true, how is it possible?
The girl is dead, how could she come to say goodbye?
No, dead people don't say goodbye. What happened here?"
And so, I arrived home with a thousand unanswered questions and there at my window I stayed day after day waiting to see again the girl in black who never came.
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My dear friends this is a fictional work of my creative mind I hope it is of your approval.
I'm @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
The girl in black.
It was a rainy day, one of those days when you want to go out but you can't just because it's raining. Here the houses are separated from each other so I don't necessarily have my neighbors snooping around my life. I have two neighbors who are special but the others are all with their own peculiar personalities that don't give you a pass to enter.
I have to decipher the behaviors of those around me because they make me feel safe in my home while the opposite makes me anxious.
I look out my window above the front door. It gives a full view of the street that enters the place where I live today. I like to sit there in my armchair and watch the landscape change from day to day.
One day I saw her, dressed in black as if her soul was in black, she was shuffling her feet and her tired shoulders were slouching forward. I don't know who was the possessor of that body but it must have been someone nefarious, in the end I got used to seeing her pass by the sidewalk every day at the same time. She would arrive at one hour and leave at the next.
What do I do? I write down the things I see in a notebook, then my mind processes it and I create a story about something I like. So, as I sip a delicious cup of coffee, I sit and watch the many uncreated stories pass through my eyes.
This girl has something, I can tell she carries a story with her, I must get to know her to then wrack my brain. She doesn't mind walking in the rain, I must be careful with my cough and a cold.
One day I decided to walk down the street at the same time she usually comes to this neighbor's house. And yes, there she came as always that predictable girl. I must walk as if lost and try to accidentally approach her, a well forged plan and a not so well forged end; I almost fell on top of her and apparently, she didn't even flinch, she doesn't seem to care at all. She also wears a black hat with a mesh protecting her face. I could see some of her features but I'm not sure.
I'll try again with another form next time. Maybe I was too careless and the girl is walking in the dark without even seeing her steps, just always forward. The next day I go again to meet her but make it casual the way so as not to be suspicious. I approach and almost too close I fall on her feet, I apologize and get up, the girl nods her head and without a word quickly walks away towards my neighbor's house.
Once again, I was wrong. I am going to go to the center of this curiosity of mine. Tomorrow, I visit my neighbor so that when she arrives, she will find me and so I did. Once the hour of her arrival was close, I went to my neighbor, I knock on the door and someone receives me. It was not my neighbor, it was someone younger who asks me what I want, to which I answer that I want to see my friend the neighbor of this house and then the girl just makes me pass and invites me to come to the living room, there is the portrait of my neighbor, with a big smile, with two bouquets of flowers one on each side and a very long lighted candle.
As you can see this is a fictional story that will continue in the next chapter.
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I’m @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
The footprint we leave... the end
We became companions in misfortunes and as she told me her stories of her own misfortunes, I told her mine and she allowed herself to tell me that mine were worse than hers because she had the good fortune to know the love of her parents, the love of her deceased husband and the love of her only son who died in an accident.
I meanwhile told her that my mother was abandoned by her husband who left her pregnant with me and then she died when I was born. I was raised by a neighbor and when she couldn't help me anymore, she left me in an orphanage, but I already had a lot of resentment in my being and I couldn't stand anyone, that's why I was sent back. I didn't want to study and now I just walk the streets begging until I found her.
I swear I only wanted to eat and help those wicked people steal from you, but when you blessed me, I changed sides and joined you. I don't know if you want me to come to your house now or if you will throw me out with what I told you.
To which the lady, with tender eyes, answered me that she would never throw me out on the street because I reminded her of her son and besides, it doesn’t matter now how, but I ended up helping her.
She told me that if I did a few jobs at home she would pay for my studies and feed me 3 times a day and I gladly accepted. I started like everyone else in a place for adults who didn't know the difference between round and a circle and little by little I emerged, I only had to walk cats, take them to the vet, cut plants and buy fertilizers and other things for the house. The years passed and we grew up together.
She with me and I with her, she showed me pictures of her family that no longer existed and of her beloved son, who really did bear a resemblance to mine. I showed her the picture of my mother which was all I had. She commented that it was cute and that it reminded her of someone she had seen before, but she didn't know where.
I graduated, yes, I graduated as a computer technician and the older lady was still with me by then, luckily for me. One fine day I wanted to check and look into my and my father's background. I wanted to search, find and get to know him. I started with my mother's marriage certificate and found my father's name, my surprise was that he had the same last name as the lady who accepted me into her life, Nancy Monteros. I continued researching my father's name and found that a man with the same information had died in a tragic accident in a distant place.
This began to intrigue me and I went again to Mrs. Nancy and asked her how her only son had died and she told me how the tragic death of her beloved boy was in another city and that the only thing he left behind was a picture of the one who was his girlfriend and she kept it together with all the things she was given from that fatal day.
Life takes you down mysterious paths to find the tip of your lost head. The photo she kept was my mother's, and the son she loved so much was my father. The one my mother told her neighbors that he had abandoned her with her pregnancy, when one day he went out and never came back.
My father did not abandon us, my father died and I had a grandmother who did not know that her son had married and for some reason did not tell her.
She cried again, one for the memory of her dead son and another for the happiness of knowing that I was her grandson, she at 70 years old was still lucid enough to see in me some of her son's traits.
We do not go through life alone; life lets you weave a web for you to untangle it and I was able to untangle my web and now I enjoy much more the love of this lady who helped me to live without knowing that I was helping her as her true grandson and only descendant.
Thank you for reading and following me. This is another creation of my mind that I want to share with you.
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I'm @gertu13 from venezuela to the world.
The footprint we leave.
We tend to walk through the world thinking that our walk leaves no footprints. We think that we go alone and that we can be as alone as we want and that we don't need second people to get what we want.
It’s inevitable that youth brings with it a lot of energy and a lot of thoughts and these make us act in a way that does not seem to affect the world we are in. Many are of the opinion that we come alone and that we leave alone, let me give my opinion on this... we do not come alone.
First of all, we need 2 different people to conceive a new being, to be born a woman may not need anyone to wait for her baby to come out of her womb and when dying I don't think we are alone when we get out of this state and become something else.
I had a lonely life. I thought that the farther away I was from people the better it would be for me since I would not run with the disappointment of a bad friend.
My mother conceived me with someone else but the charm didn't last long and that someone left, then to be born my mother thought it would be enough with her and waited for me alone to be born. There were problems, I could not be born without help and with good luck, someone arrived at the moment when my mother was breathing her last and I still did not.
Someone helped me, then began my journey through a hostile world that does not support people who are different, especially like me, dirty, grotty, without parents of my own but always with some who took advantage of the occasion to take money from the authorities while I lived off the street.
I didn't make any friends, I couldn't, they all struggled to live the best they could and trampled on me every chance they got. I kept walking alone until one day when I reached my 15th birthday, I saw some boys abusing a grandmother and trying to steal her things. I approached them and actually wanted to take advantage of this situation, but the older lady thought I wanted to help her and gave me her blessing, which made the others try to beat me up thinking I was a friend of the lady.
And that's when my real story began. I gave them as many blows as I could and helped the lady out of convenience. She invited me to her house because she saw my condition, how I looked after the fight. She didn't know that those blows meant nothing but simple scratches on my skin and that the ones that hurt me the most were the scratches on my heart.
The clothes were more than torn but I went into the fight like that, they just pulled a little more here and there and I was a little more uncovered, the lady felt sorry for me. So, when I got to her house, she made me take a shower and then she gave me some clothes to wear and fed me. She gave me her many blessings and asked me to come back anytime. She lived alone and told me that I reminded her of her son who died many years ago.
As time passed and I remembered the lady, I decided to return to her house. She remembered me and brought me in to treat me with affection again and give me her blessing...
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This is a fictional story and will be continued in the next chapter.
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I'm @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
Do you like cacti and succulents? look here.
Greetings friends of cacti and succulents. It rained a little in my country but it is not because winter has arrived but because a storm has passed that has awakened a big rain that made move even the concrete fixed on the ground. All over the country it rained very hard with strong hurricane breezes and here in my city it only came for about two hours. Enough time for my garden to be flooded and the soil in my flower pots was washed out with the heavy rain.
In spite of the bad things, there are many good things. My plants are very happy and today I took some pictures of my cacti, the one that impresses me the most is my Mammilaria Prolifera. All of them are beautiful and branching but the best thing is that two of them are in full bloom and the others are growing and giving new plants around them.
This is my new cactus the Echinocereus Engelmannii, someone found it on the roof of my house and removed it and has brought it to my garden. I imagine that some bird brought it to my roof and there it started to grow.
It’s a cactus from Mexico but it’s widely distributed in tropical countries. I am eager for it to grow and bloom as its flowers are a very striking violet color.
Although it is a very prickly cactus, they are not so sharp that they stay on the fingers when handled without gloves.
This is my Opuntia Orbiculata cactus, it is already the third generation, that is to say this one is coming from the second generation that I am reproducing. I really like its spines in the form of hairs, like hairs on the heads of older adults.
Its reproduction is easy, just cut off one of its small ears and then transplant it with a minimum of care and then enjoy its growth.
You can also see my Morganianum as they grow more and more. Each one of those little grains that you see as leaves are planted and after a few years they have new plants.
This little guy has been with me since he was a little leaf and is now three years old.
These little cuties are succulents with very small and thick leaves. They branch out from these leaves, are born and reproduce very quickly into new plants. Their name is Adromischus Liebenbergii and its flowers are soft pink spikelike giblets. She is not in bloom yet, but she has bloomed a lot for me.
I like my cacti and succulents very much; I know that there are also some people here who plant these species and I congratulate them for their love of these plants. Although many of them are thorny, some are special and need a lot of care, most of them only need water and sun, besides of course that once in a while they also need to be potted and potted with their own soil for cacti and succulents.
Thanks for your comments and votes my friends. As well as I am grateful to all those who have renewed their sponsorship with me. To you all receive my appreciation and love.
I am @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
Something from here and something from there.
My dear friends of this prestigious read.cash family, my regards to all of you. By now many of you may have noticed that I am not participating on a daily basis as I used to because I am doing too many things and arranging my schedule so as not to leave anything out.
I have fun writing and that's why I can't stop doing it. Everywhere I go I leave my stories, my comments, reflections and recommendations so you can get to know me a little bit.
I want to tell you about a story I read about a young man who visits countries and goes through the streets and places he likes the most. He arrived in a city and saw many dogs in the street and wanted to catch one of those dogs but they wanted him too and so he began his search through the streets. The dogs, scared of him, ran when they saw him approaching. Until he came to a dog that listened to him and with his head down, he went to where he was inviting him to eat dog kibble.
The dog was very affectionate and they immediately made a couple, he took him to the hotel but they didn't accept dogs there, so after a lot of begging and asking he finally convinced the receptionist to let him go upstairs to bathe the dog and then bring him back down outside and so he did.
The dog was as brown and muddy as you could see and the bath changed its color to beige. That night he slept outside the hotel in a tent next to the dog. He thought the dog would be gone by morning but he wasn't. He proceeded to take the dog to the vet, he proceeded to take him to the vet and became the owner of his dog who accompanied him on all his trips while he was in that country.
He managed to buy his dog a ticket back to his country and now he is the friend that accompanies him on all his trips. As long as they live, they will be together.
A street dog has found his protector for life and they lavish love on each other.
We must go through life doing good, that gives us full satisfaction and also makes others happy too. It doesn't matter if it is an animal or a human being, we are all part of a whole and we all relate to each other.
I want you to know that to all my loyal followers I keep checking your posts. I read all your comments on my posts and to all those who comment with sense I leave my tips because you know that there are also those who make meaningless comments and to those, please stay away from my posts plus they get nothing from me.
To all of you who comment and vote for me know that I always support you. I go to see all your post and vote on them. I prefer to follow you. Know that I am also checking out your previous posts where I have not been able to get through and I am leaving you my memory there only in a smaller amount of tip.
Since I have my computer and internet in better condition, I am active on all platforms and in all I make an effort to do the best I can. I hope you feel that I have not left you alone by the fact that I do not comment on your posts and mine. As soon as I can I will get back to being more consistent and will comment again.
There is a friend who is joining the read.cash family and her username is @Aida I hope you will welcome her as we usually do here on this platform with all those who join to work and be good content creators. She is new here but she has been in other platforms so she is a newbie here but not in others.
I also tell them that I continue sponsoring but with less money than I did before. You know that since I don't come here very often my earnings have also gone down and so I can't sponsor as often.
Thanks to those who still sponsor me and support me, I appreciate you all.
It's too late for love.
Has it ever happened to you in your life when you remembered that you had already lived that moment before?
I'm going to tell you about one of the many times I have had this thought and then realized that it was not a deya vu but that this episode really existed at some point in my life.
I was studying at the time and wanted to be a lab assistant, or assistant or whatever you want to call it, I was working in a not very big hospital in a city and it happened one day while I was on duty that someone needed my services.
I went to the place and while attending to the patient I met a guy who I thought was very handsome and he also stopped to smile at me. While I was taking my lab sample, he watched me but didn't say anything to me.
I can say that I was called three more times and I would go and look around to see this young man who was also a hospital worker. I liked him and I think he liked me too. Everything stayed there, nothing else happened, days went by and I never saw him again. My classes rotated and I moved on to another place.
Days and years went by, I remembered the young man for a few days, but in my following shifts I never saw him again. I finished my studies and went to another city.
On one occasion, while I was working in the laboratory of my new job at the hospital, they sent for me to take a blood sample in the emergency room. I went by the place calling for the patient and waited for a while until someone pointed the way to the patient.
As I passed a group of people, I kept looking at a guy who also looked at me. I thought I knew him but I didn't know from where or when.
It was when I was leaning over the patient taking his blood sample when I stood up, I looked to the side and looked at him again, it was the memory of another day from another time but it was the same guy I saw some years ago, maybe 3 years since I finished studying and came to this city.
It was the same handsome guy I saw in the other hospital and he also had that same impression from his face, I think. This time we had the opportunity to meet several times in the corridors, in the cafeteria, on call.
We talked, I knew right away that he liked me too, but no, neither of us talked enough to say that we had seen each other before, nor to talk about personal matters.
One day while I was in the lab, he came and brought me a boy. He wanted me to meet him, that was his child, he was 2 years old. My heart felt beating as fast as it could and my face I don't know if it reflected what my heart felt.
The young man I now liked so much had a son and maybe he was married. No, my body wanted to run out of there but I held on until he took the child and introduced him to all the lab staff. My sadness had not yet surfaced, I had to hide it as much as I could and I managed to do it. It was my personal tragedy without comment and without having lived anything with the other person. Days went by and I did not see him again because I avoided meeting him in the places where I always met him.
Until one day he met me at the coffee shop. I was having a coffee and he came and greeted me. He asked to sit at the same table there with me and then he started talking about things that were not about patients or work. He said to me...
*"I recognized you when I saw you in the emergency room, I knew you were the same beautiful girl who captivated me one day while I was studying there at the hospital in another city. In the same hospital where you saw me but you disappeared. In a week I looked for you and you were gone and no one knew you. I finished my studies and returned to my city, there I met the mother of my son and after a while we got married. When I saw you again those memories came to my mind. It was you, the pretty girl in the lab samples, I liked you, I like you but I already have a family. That's why I never talked to you about feelings until now.*
*I saw your face and I know you were troubled to see my son and I thought it necessary to explain this to you. Now that you know, I am at peace. Even though I liked you and now the same feeling as before has returned, I can no longer promise or give you anything and I don't want to ask for anything either.*
*Just let me see you whenever I can, there and there taking the samples in this hospital."*
I looked at him as he spoke to me and I felt my hands trembling at every word he said, because they were digging into my heart. A frustrated love before and after. It's the things of life.
I was able to tell him then not to worry about me, that he was seeing things that were not happening and that we could see each other just like always, in the hallways and in all the places we frequented in the hospital without any problem. That it wasn't like he thought, I felt some joy seeing him like seeing anyone else and so it would continue to be. He said goodbye but I noticed he wanted to shake my hand but I made myself that I was busy with my coffee and I lowered my head to miss his hand, he pulled away.
No, it wasn't like that, it wasn't like I said, I tried to hide as much as I could but he means a lot to me and now I must give up what I feel and leave here. I will not bear to see him every day and not be able to hide my feelings.
I planned and looked for a place to travel to and leave again for another place where his memory will be erased with the oblivion of absence. I’m not made for love. I have not loved anyone for many years and when the opportunity presented itself, I lost it and twice in a row. When people are not the right one something along the way removes them from life and that is what life did with me. It took it away again and again and again.
I hope you can understand me, but I am a woman who fights when the odds are in my favor but when the odds are stacked against me, I prefer to retreat and that is what I did.
I went far away, said goodbye to everyone in my lab and informed no one else of my changes and went to another hospital much farther away than the ones I had been in so far. Far away from him, far away from his memory.
Years have passed and today I am remembering in the distance of my life and my years. I was not born to love and I still remember him but I no longer have him in my heart but in my mind. I think I forgot him and in my heart no one else could ever enter until now and I think it's too late because I don't think about love.
I hope you enjoyed this imaginary love story.
I’m @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
To learn about acting, my specialty.
My habits are nocturnal, who would say it after spending all my youth in the parties always looking for the company of others now, I only like to go out in the shadows and look for someone to meet... or maybe someone to disappear from the world.
If you want to know about me and the reason of my changes, I will tell you something about my life and I hope you don't judge me badly...
I am a woman; I am now 35 years old but when it all started, I was only 20 years old. I loved to go out in a group with my friends and enjoy the whole night. Even though my parents always put obstacles in my way I just lived my life intensely, somewhere along the way it all came crashing down and it was that night that I will never forget.
I broke relationships with my whole group and also with my family, I blamed them for everything that happened to me and then I took revenge in a way that still no one suspects that I am to blame for all this mess I have caused. I am an enviable actress, not even the best movie actors have been able to surpass me.
My friends went looking for me that night to go out partying, my parents were already asleep, they didn't even notice when I crept out of my room to meet my dear friends. The party was in the privileged sector of the city, we were not invited but my friends knew how to sneak around and get into the confidence of the diverse groups where we often went.
I learned from them and followed their lead in conversations. This house in question was beautiful, I liked to inspect all the rooms after everyone was already in their greatest euphoria and did not notice my absence, and so I did it again.
I was drinking my favorite liquor and was a bit drunk but eager to get to know and, as always, I took advantage of the fact that they were distracted and went upstairs to inspect. One room was more beautiful than the next. In one of them there were some young men enjoying the girls… I just opened the door and walked away to the next room.
Being in another room, I was stunned by the beauty on the walls, floors and I just watched and sipped my liquor, until someone grabbed me by the hair and dragged me across the floor. I fought as hard as I could, but he held me tight and threw me onto the bed. I tried to run but he wouldn't let me, he had his strong arms and threw me back on the bed and said... *”Just enjoy baby”*, and quickly he was already undressed from his waist and he dragged me with him.
I no longer put up any resistance, all in all this would be over soon and I would walk away... how far from reality my thoughts were, because before he was done with me there were already others in the room celebrating what they said was the best hunt so far and each and every one did with me what they liked best.
By now the liquor had done its thing with me and when they finished their lewd acts, they threw me into the pool. From there I woke up in the cold water only to see that there was no one around and I got out of there, humiliated and crawling with pain all over my body. As best I could I walked away and somehow managed to get home. It was almost dawn and I slipped back inside as best I could.
This was the beginning of my new emotions. I was healed mentally and physically, or not quite. Then I made a plan to find out what I needed. I succeeded. I was able to find out through weeks of watching that house and discovering everything they did there at their parties. It was an excuse to prey on the unwary. They had cameras and watched their victims, who then came out totally changed after they undertook their dirty atrocious acts.
They did not know what awaited them. A sad end awaited each and every one of these men. It took me time to plan but I executed it to perfection. One of them hanged himself at home, poor thing. He was only found hanging from a pole on the terrace. Another was found floating in the pool, in the same pool where they threw me and so, each one died accidentally according to the authorities who investigated the cases.
There were 10 men who paid for my misfortune in the course of 5 years. Among them were those who saw what they did to me and did not help me at all, and even those who raped me over and over again. I felt so much emotion for all this that now I live alone. My parents are dead, my friends are no more. They couldn't defend me on that tragic day, they didn't deserve to be my friends.
I am alone and I go out in my nights of boredom to pursue my passion to take revenge on all the dastardly beings who mock defenseless women.
And this is my story, thanks to them I discovered another passion in my life. I changed the habits of partying for the habits of murdering and I don't regret it because there is a lot to clean up.
*This is a fictional story.* Thanks to everyone who comments and votes for me and to all those who have given me their support so far and to those who renew their sponsorships with me.
I’m @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
Visit to the farm with the chickens.
It is very nice to visit the farm. I love it, but we don't know all the work that is done there. Today I will tell you something about the animals that my brother has on his farm. He, like me, enjoys raising animals and planting.
At the moment he is raising chickens. These little avenues are a bit of work because he has to place them in controlled places where hygiene, ventilation and feeding go hand in hand to be successful.
Here he has an enclosed environment with special curtains separating the rooms, with lights on all day to provide warmth and a sense of daytime all day and night. They also need to control the cold in the environment, as cold chicks clump together and diseases are more likely to occur. They have to combat the cold by turning on the lights, all the bulbs on, so they remain in good weather and separated without grouping.
When they are hot, they can be seen with their beaks open and one leg stretched out with their wings extended, in which case the fans should be turned on so that they can cool down.
They should not forget to pay attention to food and water, water should contain certain vitamins to avoid viral infections and to check for them.
Water and food should always be checked, changed and replaced because they should never run out of food.
Another important thing is to clean their area of the place, always remove the floor that has a cover of rice shells where the feces are deposited and pick it up to keep the area free of their waste. These can be reused as fertilizer for plants, as long as there is a simple and easy process of recycling them.
I particularly enjoy planting and mixing my own compost with chicken droppings, black soil and dry sticks from fallen trees.
This is one of the most demanding tasks on the farm because you have to watch the chickens as they grow throughout the day and through the 6 weeks before they are ready to be sold. There are 21 days for the chicks to hatch in the hatchery and then almost 2 months for their growth, development and sale.
My brother has already put about 300 chickens on sale, and they have sold very well. Good weight and good price.
Everything goes well if it is properly controlled. Every discipline at work has its benefits. That is why I like to visit my brother because he walks me through all the spaces from a certain distance, because I should not enter the places with the clothes and shoes from the street and rubbing against other animals.
Dear friends, I hope you enjoyed my walk around the farm in the chicken breeding place. Later on, I will tell you about other places where other animals and crops are raised.
I am @gertu13 from Venezuela to the world.
The most beautiful girl.
After all, life is just that, a myriad of winding roads that lead you to the same place, we just don't know how to get there in a straight line.
I was trying to do my job the best I could in the company I work for, but at a certain point my stress level led me to physical and mental exhaustion, that was when I made the decision to take a break and go to a city unknown to me but that would give me a lot of satisfaction to know it.
So, I sat in my armchair at home and began to read all the brochures that I was given in travel agencies, and so I was discarding one by one. Something caught my attention, I like this place, it is a paradisiacal beach, away from the crowd but with all the benefits of the comfort of modern times, electricity, water, internet and others.
I got carried away by the thought of what it would be like to go and stay there for a week... all of those thoughts and ended up arranging it.
I took my flight which was faster than I expected, it was like the blink of an eye. I was there, I was greeted at the airport and said goodbye to the city. We enter a jungle road, with very tall plants, covered with thickets and then it opens into a blue horizon, with a line towards the end of the road that separates the blue sky with the green sea.
I'm there, it's the place. I am dropped off in a very large hut of sorts where I am greeted by nice people and led to a boat for my final destination and I accept it.
It is another level of inspiration. We sail through a calm sea very close to the island and there they say goodbye and I realize that I am on a beautiful beach, soft waves, with fine sand, I take off my shoes and walk around the place until I reach my little hut, a simulacrum of the huge hut I just saw back there.
I didn't need more information, there was my name written. I opened the door, looked inside, a bed inviting to rest, an exit door to see the garden of small flowering plants and beyond the big fruit trees. One resting on top of the other.
I thought I would change quickly and I did. My shorts, my sandals, sunscreen, a hat and I was ready for the adventure in that paradise.
I walked inside the intricate hiker's trail along what seemed like a road not much traveled lately, so I was more captivated.
It took me to the seashore on a sort of rocky formation, quiet, I decided to lie down on the shore and just think about the scenery until a soft murmur captivated me. It was the melodious voice of the breeze or someone singing sweetly?
I get up, I decide to go in search of the soft whisper that brings me the breeze, I must walk to the shore and go around it. There I saw how the tide formed a sort of a bend and there, in the water, was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. Long hair with the color of the sun, with tanned skin, and I kept creeping closer to her when suddenly I saw her huge eyes the color of the sea and her mouth as red as coral. From those lips flowed that angelic music.
She got scared and tried to run even more towards the ocean but when she got to a certain level of depth she turns around and sees that I am not chasing her. I could only repeat “I won't hurt you; I can't swim, I won't go after you. Wait, please. “
She stopped and listened to me without saying anything else. She started to walk to where I was, I was submerged in water up to my waist. This is the most I have ever been in the sea.
She walked around me without uttering a word, while I stood as though hypnotized looking at her features so lush and beautiful, a creature of God, made with the best brush, but still without speaking.
She invited me to submerge in the water with her gestures, I submerged and under the water I could see her whole body and my astonishment did not let me breathe, so I immediately wanted to come up and that was when she dragged me further and I submerged deeper without being able to get out of her hands. I only realized that she was not a woman, she had a fish tail. And no matter how hard I tried I was losing consciousness, watching as she carried me in her arms to the farthest and deepest depths. I realized that I was dying slowly, but I didn't finish dying and I was still there without breathing... and with her.
It was then when I woke up, I was in my armchair, still with the brochures on my chest, with the last poster in hand of where I should go to this island paradise.
I get up, shake myself, I'm sweating from the frantic struggle to get out of the water and still feeling the adrenaline in my body, I set out to call the company and ask them to suspend my vacation.
I've had enough adventures for now, better to go back to what I do well and where I'm alive.
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The girl in the forest.
People tend to believe that everything has been said and that nothing else can surprise them, but every time new things are born, and I was there, in a time that did not exist and in a place that still does not exist... or something like that was what they told me when I was with them.
My family and I are in the forest, we like to live surrounded by trees and animals. My father leaves very early in the morning in search of food for his pets and my mother stays behind milking and fixing whatever needs to be fixed on the outside. My siblings and I fight over the housework. Someone fetches water, someone makes the fire stronger to make breakfast and someone fetches eggs and milk.
This time it was my turn to go for water. I love to go to that place where the water is so clear that even throwing stones into the bottom doesn't make it dirty. I like to collect the water and take the opportunity to wash my hair, take a bath and then go home.
I like it because in the shade of the trees I can listen to the sound of silence. The trees above let in few rays of sunlight and all around the breeze is cut by the thicker branches of the big trees that make a roof and crisscross each other. The birds are there somewhere, I don't see them but I hear them, it's a song like a ceremony, it's so harmonious that while I bathe, I relax and only feel accompanied by the sound of my heart that beats slowly.
But there is something new there on the roof of the trees. There are small lights like fireflies, they filter from the sun but they seem to play and invite me to play.
And I accept, I move back and forth and they move with me. The little lights of the sun now become bigger, they come together and go down. They surprise me, what is that? What is it?
*"Don't be scared, we just want to play and you always come to play alone".*
I get up from the water and try to get out of the water, but they say...
*"No, don't do it, if you get out you won't be able to see us..."*
Then I turn my head and say.
*"’See us?’ Are there more like you?"*
*"Yes, there are many of us here but only pure souls like you can see us."*
That's when I could see that all the lights that were on the roof on the branches of the trees were not sunbeams, they were the lights of those little people that group together and form beautiful figures.
Why could I never see them? I asked...
*"We were waiting for a time when you wanted to play like you did today, we love to play. Do you want to go where everyone else is?"*
And I nodded and we floated and played along the shore of that place that was getting more and more beautiful. Lots of lights were coming in from the trees, there were some vines hanging down and full of little flowers that looked like curtains in the air and were beautifully swaying in the gentle breeze. There was a smell like caramel with vanilla and when you cook the syrup from the peach candy. What a fragrance! Wow.
We arrived at a bend not too far away, I told them that I would only stay a little while because I should go home to take the water I collected.
To which they replied…
*"It doesn't matter how long you stay, because this time never ends because there is no time. So, when you want to leave you can do so and not a second more will have passed since the beginning of our meeting."*
*"And you are not afraid that someone will ask me and I will bring them here?" *
*"No, you would never get here without our help, because this place doesn't exist. It is in your mind and in the minds of all of us, that's why we have selected you to play and to get to know us. Here are endless games that you will love."*
That's how she spent a long time playing until she wanted to go home, with the promise that when it was her turn to fetch the water, she would come back again. Her friends accepted it and again left her in the same place.
She took her water to take home, and there were the little lights on the roof formed by the branches of the trees, but now she knew that they were her water friends and that she would return another day to that place that does not exist and where the hours never end.
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It is not my imagination.
Greetings friends of this community of readers, read.cash. There is magic in everything around us and in my life there was and is. I am going to tell you part of a magical story.
When I was in college I had to work on my vacations as much as I could in order to make ends meet. I had a small allowance from the university, but it was not enough to pay for my room, board and student living expenses. I kept up my studies all through my studies for 8 long years without knowing what it was like to enjoy a small vacation, until I managed it and graduated.
Always in college there are subjects that are not easy to pass. There was one subject that was very hard to pass and it was very hard for all the students. I have never been a pessimist despite all my bad situations I always think in favor.
The subject in question, no matter how hard I studied it, I could not pass it in the exams and it was in the final or almost final part of my career. If I failed this subject, I would not know what to do since I would have to go on an internship in the next few weeks.
I studied as hard as I could and nothing, in the end my grade was 8 out of 20 points and I didn't make it. My life crumbled into thoughts that were not encouraging but harbored a small hope that something would happen.
I just cried and cried, because nothing was happening. It was when they said in the chair that there would be a special exam because of the large number of students who failed the exam. I was happy because I would have a new hope.
My classmates supported me by encouraging me, telling me that we would see each other at the internship. The lady who put me up told me to keep studying and told me the story of her daughter when she had failed a subject and how she made it in the end.
I listened to her and listened to her. She told me to pray to St. Benedict, to ask him a lot, I was from a family tradition of Catholic religion, now I am by conviction.
I asked God a lot for his will to be done, but I wanted to go to my practices. Besides, the place I chose for my internship was only 3 hours away, while the place where I was finishing my studies was more than 1000 kms away by road, 24 hours by road, taking one or the other type of transportation.
Other colleagues told me that it was impossible to pass this subject because no one could do it, they only put this requirement as a form of consolation for the students, but no one ever passed in these special exams.
So I dedicated myself body and soul to study and review more and more in the little time I had to study. I hardly ate, it was vital that I gave it my all. I prayed so much that when it was my turn to rest, I dedicated myself to cry and ask God and St. Benedict to intercede for me if it was his holy will.
The day came to take the exam. It was such a difficult exam, that I answered only what I really knew, no inventions, because by putting a random answer I could subtract a point from those that were right by the simple fact of being wrong there.
Out of 20 questions I only answered 10. I couldn't take it anymore, for a moment I panicked and thought about answering randomly because I thought I was lost with only 10 answers. I calmed down and decided to go back and erased everything I had randomly done and turned in my exam with only 10 answers.
Hoping that I really hadn't made a mistake, but it was a difficult task. Of course, I would have a bad question or two, it was inevitable.
I spent the time crying over my misfortune and lost hope and optimism. My classmates asked me how I was doing and I told them I wouldn't be able to meet with them because I had to go back to studying the subject while doing the internship right there. Things would get worse. My finances were very bad and I would no longer be able to work until I graduated. I would no longer have a vacation for about 18 months.
The next day my classmates came to my house and said:
"You passed, you passed! You're the only one who passed the exam with the right points."
I couldn't believe it, so I got dressed as fast as I could and in 2 minutes I was running to the university to see the grade with my own eyes....
And there... there was my beautiful 10!
God, what a joy, now I cried with joy and gave thanks, many thanks to God for hearing my prayers and of course to St. Benedict the patron saint of those who lose hope because of God's mercy.
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To steal or not to steal.
Stealing is bad but I have heard of people who have stolen and have lived for many years from it.
It seems to depend on each person what is understood as bad and good, for many people stealing is a sin. Through life and lived experiences we realize that stealing always has a punishment, it’s punishable by the law of man, it’s punishable by the law of our parents, or at least of most parents, and it is a sin by the law of God.
A long time ago a person was shot by the cops while he was stealing from a public place. What puzzled me was to read that the mother was asking for justice for her son because he was not evil, he had never killed anyone and only stole without hurting anyone.
I was a bit disoriented by that mother's comment, while she was crying for her dead son and asking for justice.
For her stealing meant nothing, no crime, no sin because she justified it as he was not a murderer.
A mother also said that her son did not deserve the pain of death because he only killed and stole to give to the needy.
It makes me think about how everyone has their own perception of what it means to steal or kill. Do we even know the consequences of what can happen in a person's life when he or she has been robbed? How can we say that it is okay to steal because the purpose was to help others?
And then the lives of people are only worth for some and not for others? Or are we wrong with the laws, with the commandments, with the way we judge the innocent as guilty or sinners?
Each one really sees life from his own perspective. That is why laws exist, so that a court can decide if there is a guilty or an innocent in a robbery and there is also divine justice when the man who was given the power to execute the law does not do it properly.
We are in a world where we are always justifying people with our own way of blaming or inculpating. I think we should be a little more sensible when it comes to making judgments because to the extent that we judge we will be judged and no one escapes that law, believe it or not it exists and we are all going to end up in that law.
I knew of a man who was quite a character and sold the Eifel Tower twice. He was so shrewd that he gathered a group of people and while they studied the veracity or not of the fact, he studied them discreetly. According to this character, he claimed that he was a government official and in good faith he knew that the tower would be demolished.
This shrewd swindler was looking for the weakest and most easily duped in his group and he succeeded. He made him lose many millions and fled to another country after he had duped him. It happened that the duped person was a very public person and did not inform the authorities of the robbery and the swindler, when he realized that he was not wanted, returned to his country to sell the same tower to another group of unwary people. Fortunately, this time he was arrested.
There was also a con man who sold a machine to make money and then fled the country. The person who was scammed realized when he was already looking for his third legal bill and only a blank piece of paper came out of his money machine. He filed a lawsuit without success, the thief never showed up and instead he earned a large amount of money, very important to continue doing his business in the country he chose to live in.
In this way life for some has some values imposed on it that are very important in our lives while for others they are moderately important and for a few they mean absolutely nothing.
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