I can't take it! Waiting for the other hob-nailed boot
to drop is killing me! If this keeps up I'm going to have to leave here
because of the stress…of waiting for the big “GOTCHA” that must be
out there somewhere.
This morning, the government-owned
phone company, Antel, showed up as promised and installed our two
additional phone lines: amazing! The only downside is that if you want
more than one jack per line, you have to hire a private contractor for the
additional jacks.
Earlier in the day, a 20-page
tabloid size advertising flyer in full color was delivered in the post.
It was from the local 24 hour pharmacy chain. It offered the usual gamut
of items from lipstick to hemorrhoid treatment.
That, plus free dial-up Internet
access and even real street addresses is too much to take.
The normalcy is killing me. To
paraphrase one of my readers, I'm waiting for the “immigration police to
kick in my door”, or the transplanted Russian Mafia to kidnap Harry, or
something, anything that will burst this bubble of seeming normalcy before I
get suckered in again.
This week we're going to try to open bank
accounts. That will undoubtedly restore my sanity. That's got to be
a 4-star hassle for sure…
