I looked up and saw a man holding a goldsmith’s scale.
I asked him: «Where are you going?»
He replied:
«To make a forecast, hired by the private sector, in the absence of protection against theft and extortion, I quickly want to know the Spanish Heritage, which is sending me as an appraiser.»
To which I retorted:
«Make a very good balance, and don’t forget to weigh even a single piece of metal from the treasures here; you must also count every euro rescued from the vast sum of money caught in the extortion racket.»
«Millions will be missing, pardoned for the damage that the mafia, deceitfully, carried to «paradises»! You’ll be paying my share, charged to my pension, because they stole a lot of the unemployed’s «bucks,» squandering capital, shamelessly and with relish.»
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