There’s Always Something Else That Can Go Wrong
Some days it’s better not to even get out of bed
I lived almost all my life in an old apartment. Very old indeed. To give you an idea, there are no garages for all residents because the building’s designers thought it impossible that all residents would have cars.
I once saw a satellite photo of it taken in the fifties. There was only MY BUILDING in a radius of kilometers. Avenida 23 de Maio, one of the main avenues from São Paulo, where I live, and which passes near here, STILL DIDN’T EXIST.