is true that the business of food and drink is endless: no one will ever eat, at least while there is some force in his pockets. And drink, or say. We know of many who prefer to quench the fire of thirst or falling off the simple desire to drink before their hunger. And people who like drinks fall to spend their pennies before anything else. In short and to shorten it a good time, seems to invest the money in a tavern-restaurant is a good way to secure the future. It is true that the initial problem is so large as to raise the money to mount the damn restaurant, but that it is a story in itself.
Salvador José Petit, 44, had already exceeded that initial obstacle, for from a few years ago was the manager for an establishment to which, of course, was going quite well. The business is called The Blight and is in the city of Coro, Falcon State. Business is good. The Corians eat.
For some reason that even the electric company in the region-Eleoccidente-may explain a bad day there was an increase of those that will leave you stunned and wanting to do not operate a light bulb. And for some reason people in the restaurant only Blight can explain, here nothing is explained from the outside, "a debt that had swept the past two months, the new bill tied repowering of January, and lo and behold the local debt amounted a la suma de un millón seiscientos mil bolívares, una cantidad difícil de cancelar de un solo guamazo incluso para un negocio más o menos próspero como el de Petit y su gente.
Yo tenía una luz
que a mí me alumbraba
En esos días, los últimos de enero y primeros de febrero, para ser más específicos, aterrizaron en la compañía de electricidad gran cantidad de reclamos, quejas y solicitudes de reconsideración de sus numeritos por parte de habitantes de Coro inconformes con el aumento; nada que no haya ocurrido antes en cualquier ciudad del país. Petit solicitó una explicación y le dieron la más sencilla del mundo: no es que Eleoccidente it is stealing the silver and the meters are becoming mad and heartbeat, just increased rates. And the debts must be paid. What options are there to cushion the blow? Gee, let's say no. But it is rather easy if we see this: you pay what you owe and the debt is eliminated.
The discomfort was brave while its scope was limited to paper and words to be fulfilled, but the courage became nothing but sour and less publishable when, a few days of that first errand, the restaurant remained without power. End of the world. No hot drink beer and cook a chicken in the dark is more difficult to fall in love with Ana Karina Manco serenades Lupe and led him Polo. A Salvador Petit calentera he went into a thousand pots of sulfur, but amid the serenity of scrapie found enough to devise a strategy: he asked his wife, Maritza de Petit, it was up to the company and negotiate a reasonable payment plan with bosses. Mrs. Maritza
was up there, explained the situation to a supervisor, told him they were willing to pay but not all at once because there were a million and half Bs in that box. And now, with the business closed, would be a little more difficult to collect the money. So I asked for understanding, and obtained: the supervisor will split into four pieces debt to be paid in equal number of dates. That sounded good. Too well, in the circumstances. Recipe accepted remedy purchased. But, as later reported the company spokesmen, although the facilities given, Petit missed the first payment date, and then cut themselves seriously and came without the usual right to kick. Pay or pay, that was the only option. Determined
, fatal
Another version, never confirmed, says the plan proposed by one supervisor was rejected by senior officials, which Petit is closed all the exits. Thing that comes to be the least of because on Wednesday February 24 José Salvador Petit was presented at the Commercial Office of the Choir to fix things on their own. Asked to speak with the head of that office and brought him to Aura Rosa Namias, a manager of those brave, 33, who listened carefully to your complaint. The game began in fits from the start, because when Aura Rosa learned that the gentleman was paying it got tighter than usual, with that indomitable strength that characterizes the Falcon women. Petit
time traffic record of the reflective attitude to the supplicant, the supplicant to the powerless and impotent rage, as the lady was getting more Nami granite in his denials. Then came the moment of rage. Salvador Petit lifted the plastic bag he was carrying, it took a metal container. The Carnival was over a week ago, but still the man bathed with its contents to the official. The content was not water but something that you Namias Rosa Aura vaguely smelled gasoline or nail polish remover. What was he Petit? Will it remove the stains, faded, bleached a little? No: his intention was to set it on fire, and what he did. Only the flare well involve the woman reached himself and the two dozen customers at the scene.
The people wanted to do exactly what firefighters advised to do in such cases: out neatly and without being won over by the panic, but as panic is not tame and sheep to let you imagine the show: screaming, live fire, burned and suffocated people . The only dead in the event were Petit and Nami. And the dead do not have a second or third chance.
Salvador José Petit, 44, had already exceeded that initial obstacle, for from a few years ago was the manager for an establishment to which, of course, was going quite well. The business is called The Blight and is in the city of Coro, Falcon State. Business is good. The Corians eat.
For some reason that even the electric company in the region-Eleoccidente-may explain a bad day there was an increase of those that will leave you stunned and wanting to do not operate a light bulb. And for some reason people in the restaurant only Blight can explain, here nothing is explained from the outside, "a debt that had swept the past two months, the new bill tied repowering of January, and lo and behold the local debt amounted a la suma de un millón seiscientos mil bolívares, una cantidad difícil de cancelar de un solo guamazo incluso para un negocio más o menos próspero como el de Petit y su gente.
Yo tenía una luz
que a mí me alumbraba
En esos días, los últimos de enero y primeros de febrero, para ser más específicos, aterrizaron en la compañía de electricidad gran cantidad de reclamos, quejas y solicitudes de reconsideración de sus numeritos por parte de habitantes de Coro inconformes con el aumento; nada que no haya ocurrido antes en cualquier ciudad del país. Petit solicitó una explicación y le dieron la más sencilla del mundo: no es que Eleoccidente it is stealing the silver and the meters are becoming mad and heartbeat, just increased rates. And the debts must be paid. What options are there to cushion the blow? Gee, let's say no. But it is rather easy if we see this: you pay what you owe and the debt is eliminated.
The discomfort was brave while its scope was limited to paper and words to be fulfilled, but the courage became nothing but sour and less publishable when, a few days of that first errand, the restaurant remained without power. End of the world. No hot drink beer and cook a chicken in the dark is more difficult to fall in love with Ana Karina Manco serenades Lupe and led him Polo. A Salvador Petit calentera he went into a thousand pots of sulfur, but amid the serenity of scrapie found enough to devise a strategy: he asked his wife, Maritza de Petit, it was up to the company and negotiate a reasonable payment plan with bosses. Mrs. Maritza
was up there, explained the situation to a supervisor, told him they were willing to pay but not all at once because there were a million and half Bs in that box. And now, with the business closed, would be a little more difficult to collect the money. So I asked for understanding, and obtained: the supervisor will split into four pieces debt to be paid in equal number of dates. That sounded good. Too well, in the circumstances. Recipe accepted remedy purchased. But, as later reported the company spokesmen, although the facilities given, Petit missed the first payment date, and then cut themselves seriously and came without the usual right to kick. Pay or pay, that was the only option. Determined
, fatal
Another version, never confirmed, says the plan proposed by one supervisor was rejected by senior officials, which Petit is closed all the exits. Thing that comes to be the least of because on Wednesday February 24 José Salvador Petit was presented at the Commercial Office of the Choir to fix things on their own. Asked to speak with the head of that office and brought him to Aura Rosa Namias, a manager of those brave, 33, who listened carefully to your complaint. The game began in fits from the start, because when Aura Rosa learned that the gentleman was paying it got tighter than usual, with that indomitable strength that characterizes the Falcon women. Petit
time traffic record of the reflective attitude to the supplicant, the supplicant to the powerless and impotent rage, as the lady was getting more Nami granite in his denials. Then came the moment of rage. Salvador Petit lifted the plastic bag he was carrying, it took a metal container. The Carnival was over a week ago, but still the man bathed with its contents to the official. The content was not water but something that you Namias Rosa Aura vaguely smelled gasoline or nail polish remover. What was he Petit? Will it remove the stains, faded, bleached a little? No: his intention was to set it on fire, and what he did. Only the flare well involve the woman reached himself and the two dozen customers at the scene.
The people wanted to do exactly what firefighters advised to do in such cases: out neatly and without being won over by the panic, but as panic is not tame and sheep to let you imagine the show: screaming, live fire, burned and suffocated people . The only dead in the event were Petit and Nami. And the dead do not have a second or third chance.
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The April 14, 1999 published it on El Nacional, with a title and I can see myself now: The darkest of persuasion.
