Some of the roof panels seem to be made of something that I have been told is better than "cinc" because it does not rust, ever and that you can no longer buy anywhere. I suspect it might be asbestos, which was all the rage in Guatemala in the 1970's.
I tried resizing it several times, always with the same result.
I do not seem to have the ability to tell a picture of more than 100 kb than one of a larger size. I can easily tell a regular or a grande from a Jumbo, but photos are more esoteric.
right click on the icon with the picture and choose "properties". it will give you the size.
The parties usually "buy" the c?dulas from people who might vote for the opposing party. They get their cedulas retained so that the can't go and vote.I know you are right DV8... but i can't work out why they don't just take the chickens/salami and then say 'up yours' and vote for someone who 'might' do some good
The problem is that I do not seem to be able to delete the damned things. Sorry. It does not allow me to edit them after some time limit has passed, and that is not my fault. You have no idea how many I did delete.
finally. and you know, if you see a friggin huge picture the least you can do is edit post and delete it. you have already ruined a nice going thread but there are limits.
For years there are people lining up at a neighbor's house every morning at his house. My wife and I thought that he was maybe a foreman for a construction company or something. There might be 10 people there on average.....
He gives the people little things like mattresses, some clothes, etc...
"He deserves a medal"
Wow, you must live in a very small, remote neighborhood.
Ten people there on average, if this true, and it's here in the D.R., that's extremely amazing that that is all the people that line up there. When it comes to things being given to the people, there is usually quite a large crowd. Such a small group, maybe they are his relatives or his top political supporters?
And on top of that, the Senator goes to "work" every morning.
It's common for senators to constantly have people showing up at their door wanting to see them and asking for stuff like mattresses, boxes of food, a job, or help to buy a prescription.
I like the part of the story that it took about "TWO YEARS" to know who his neighbor was.
"Head buried in the sand" quote comes to mind, also "Know thy neighbor".
culture, my friend, culture.
Who was the one not drinking in the colmado or being inebriated?
what i am hinting at is that foreigners are far more likely to go through two years without knowing who lives beside them. it is the part of a culture like NYC, where people live for many years in an apartment building, and have no idea about the guy who lives in the nextdoor apartment.