live across one of the must have installed a satellite dish, or some kind of Internet connection craftsmanship. A few weeks ago, I look out the window and I see in front waving a white cord for at least ten meters from the window on the second floor and the roof line. It gives me not a little annoyance. The brick wall perfectly smooth, with its brave square white windows, and this thread that hangs like a nerve of meat between the molars, one that does not come off even using the toothpicks like a jack.
bothers me this thing that breaks the regularity of the facades of buildings, and moves to let me see, here and there, like a hand that is hello hello from above to take the piss.
The theory is that the only irregularity in a regular annoying as Spaarndammerbuurt.
Tomorrow I leave for Senegal and I will certainly check.
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