You can think about her last words: if the students go out into Europa or other countries, it's an extraordinary time.
Today, she'd heard the money's news (because you should know that banknotes and coins comunicate with one another: all who have evaded money should go live in the country where they have hidden the money which had been generated in their country. If the money immediately comes back, ten years later, these people can return.
I, she said, was talking about poor people who haven't work; she friendly indicates us that she and her family have job. They're very important civil servants, although some of them, more or less without competitive examination; we're essential counselors in Public job, she explained us, looking for to help private companies.
You know, we love Spain, our flag (we wear our colors), bullfights, our processions, our sun. It would be
disastrous that this kind of person go out of the country. We're the essence of our loved country.
Poor people don't love Spain like us!
Why should we leave our possesed!!!!? fatherland? Our God, the money, indicates us the way but, rising from her dejections; she, who always felt one rebel liberal, (despite her words: possesed fattherland) put on her vintage clothes and said:
Despite My God: money; I'll never leave the place from which I live!!!
What fuck you, poors!
Lady, your education!
Eat my ch....!
Hopeless!
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