Espera

Sitting, resolutely, waiting for the bomb to go off under my feet. Everything will be fixed, all will be well, the money will come with some days delay... except of course, my eardrums humming and the maternal finger pointing to me in my head, drooling white foam from houndlike jaws: AHHH! las delicias de tener familia...Madre hay una sola

That's what its all about in the end, capitalism: the money for the bills and honoring our word. To bad sometimes one is led to take the blow from one side to get the other, or endless callcenter voices dripping throughout our ears stuck to the phone in the weekend, at night, leaving postits all around, pay, pay.