Was that it about the vacation?
Yes, that's it for vacation and swimming and partying. Now please everyone have pity on me.
There was a hammock hanging outside our hotel room. Si, she hung. I actually dared to put myself in it. That wasn't all. My sweet little Atauhalpa gave daddy a nice shake. It had to happen that way. And it happened like this. That stupid, stupid mat wouldn't last for anything in the world. And so it worked for me and my precious body a few centimeters down. The serve didn't take long to arrive. After the initial shock it worked again straight away. For the moment. At the moment I can't lie down without pain. He then happily climbs further down to the back of his knees.
You can sit with both elbows on your knees. But, there's something else about the time. 11:49 p.m. I'll be dizzy tomorrow when I realize I'm not as beautiful as I should be.
Now I'm in this dilemma and to make matters worse, there are these little Draculas. Everyone knows the buzzing in their ears when they fall asleep. My dear wife is traveling with cloth towels and other heavy equipment. Our neighbors will definitely be delighted. Or not.
As I sit here with my elbows on my knees. Can I also write down some other thoughts.
Because there was something else in Cachaquito. Our uncle Jose, who is probably already 75 years old, has built up a base in the last few years, in addition to farming, with the production of concrete bricks.
We know mechanical production and transport from Germany and other countries. In Cachaquito these bricks are also made using a machine. There the concrete mix is placed into a mold using a shovel. The machine compacts the whole thing and seven or eight bricks come out on a small pallet. This pallet is transported to a specific location using a pallet truck without a lift. After a day, the bricks are stacked in the yard. Because the pallets are needed for the next new bricks. Now a customer comes and wants 1000 of these bricks. And that on a Saturday. I'm looking at it from afar. A truck is coming. In great shape for Peruvian conditions. The driver remains seated in his cab. Uncle Jose and a passenger, probably the buyer, get to work. One by one, Uncle Jose puts the bricks on top of the truck. The brick weighs an estimated four to five kilos.
I'll open a beer. And still watching. I can't help but be amazed. Yes, that's right, this idiot is amazed and has simply forgotten the good nursery. The amazement was interrupted by a guilty conscience. Then the lightning came, it thundered just like that. I'm young, have "strength" and finally got up. I joined the action at brick number 541. The first 33 bricks came together as if by themselves. Then it started. How many more? Little by little these beasts became heavier and heavier. The air less and less. And Uncle Jose smiles at me. So under the motto: why are you slowing down?
After finishing my work, I sat down on my chair feeling exhausted. I couldn't touch the beer. With the last bit of strength I just paid my respects to Uncle Jose's performance.
Again, Uncle Jose is over 75 years old.
What do I actually want to say with this story?
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