IN THE YELLOW BIG BUS TO CAGUAS CONCRETE COUNTRY ZOO

ONE OF THOSE RARE days when almost everything is perfect deserves one of our
somewhat traditional mock interviews for your reading pleasure or otherwise.

Keyboard Interviewer:
Tell us you humble one what was so perfect, after all, you seem prone to criticise even
in your dreams.

Humble One: Well, that is true. But lets get to the story. I went to the horrendous court building, but not as ugly as the Criminal Court in Manhattan, in Hato Rey.
There I was informed that some documents required were not in their files or computer system. In case you do not know it, here the criminal and civil courts are not separated, just in case, you wonder about the nature of the documents.

KI; So?
HO: Well imagine if you lived in USA and got married in NY, and divorced
in MA, having to make a 100 mile trip to the latter to get a document with the sentence. I had to travel to the concrete country zoo in the tittle for that reason.

KI Are we missing something? What the hell is so perfect about that adventure?

HO: Are you rushing this people's person?

KI: That is a lame joke.

HO: At any rate. The perfection starts.. Leaving the court I walked the one hundred
meters to the train station. Missed it by one minute. Got the next one. Arriving in RIO, the ugly ghost town near by. As I was leaving the station in front of
the ugly church with the two trees tied up with wires to stop them from leaving the
premises, I see the YELLOW BIG BUS.

KI: I gather that is perfection in Puerto Rico.

HO: Damn right. But not finished yet. I arrived to CAGUAS CONCRETE COUNTRY ZOO, They all asked for you, at twenty to twelve. Four people were waiting, including
yours truly. In a situation of 100 possibilities, 99 would have required that our hero
returned after LUNCH, but I got that ONE possibility.

KI: Well know we are talking. NOT only in Puerto Rico, anywhere such luck is remarkable, then what?

HO: Ingrid, the friendly professional employee took care of yours truly in about five
minutes. Believe it or not. THE information required was found, it has only to be
pulled from the thirty years old files. Then I will be called to retrieve it in a lapse
of twenty business days. That is perfection.

KI: WOW, GUAU bilingual ones. YOU conform with little.
HO: Sure. Bureaucracy does not work in the percentages mentioned. To have the fortune of finding a professional courteous employee, anywhere is like the lotto.

KI: Are we there yet?
HO: NO. You fool. The picture is not complete. After the Ingrid affair, I left very happy and who did I find buying lottery tickets? BEBE SOSA, in capital letters.
This smart, educated, with a permanent smile, not seeing in over thirty years was
there. We had a rushed chat for 3 minutes. I still remember his moves while playing basketball in Villa Turabo moons ago.

KI: Then what?
HO: Had a beer with a chaser or otherwise, as you like. Left the premises in the Bus
Terminal, took a leak in the public restroom. Another marvel. It is the first time
in thirty on and off years that I use it finding it impeccable, not smelly of urea an clean.

KI: GUAU, WOW, inverted, you are frightening me now. All these simple events made your day?
HO: When you got the sight I got, these simple things create happiness. But the best
part is coming.

KI: More of the same?
HO: Yep. Human interactions. I took the yellow big bus soon after for the return trip to Santurce, Nueva Kisikeya. Memories of the past/future returned of the times I was a college student in RIO. The bus took off and
half way into it, I noticed this little fellow with a big nose, a pencil draw moustache, dyed black hair, talking to the ladies. I asked, and surely it was him. JULIO CESAR ANDALUZ. A local singer, impersonator, comedian from my old days working in
the now defunct LA SEMANA, a regional paper. We chat for a few...

KI: Can we kill this story, so unusual from your customary editorial stance?

HO: What is wrong with demonstrating that the misanthropy is not chronic, that there is still hope? Once Julius Cesar Walking Light as he reminded me his name
would be translated got off the bus... I noticed two other people engaged in a conversation six seats away from me.

KI: Forgive me, but you have a reputation for being brief...Just in case..

HO: Fine, just for that. The two people engaged in conversation were GUILLERMO
VILLEGAS, another fellow I had not seen in three decades, from SAVARONA, that
former Puertorican barrio in CAGUAS, now a province from LA ESPANHOLA. He was chatting with a 75 year old lady, who had taught dance in the Cultural Center
in Caguas, when it was in Padial street, one of those nice rare long ones in that
Country Zoo. The all asked for you... The tigers ask, the buzzard ask, the dolphins asked.... They even enquire about you... We talked all the way back and went our ways as is all ways the case.
A rare, simple, joyful day down here.

EDITORS NOTE

Keeping with the essence... it is pertinent
mentioning a visit to our Lame Ducks Blogs Puerto Rican Guild
Something suspecious, fishy like, worthy of mentioning takes
place among these scratch my back and I scratch yours
squad. They are all in the same editorial bag,
wrapped in the flag, giving each other PRIZES, such the
E one, as in excellent.

It is not out of jealousy or envy that I comment, but
what is the merit to offer prizes just to five guild
members
when there are tens, hundred of blogs that are really, original,
good, meaningful, with something to say/write. Endemismo is not worthy of
any prizes yet. When the Trujillo Alto Areces Mallea/Ocampo ecoenvironmental crime and destruction gets published
in paper, then, I will give myself a medal, trophy and certificate...

ENVIRONMENTAL AND GARDENING FOOLISHNESS A SKETCH

FOR QUITE some time I have declared my absolute opposition to hedges, turf and palms. It is not a problem of ignorance, since ALL botanical gardens, keep them. Not only that, they offer courses in TURF maintenance, as if the world really need to spend billions of dollars in research in places like RUTGERS University to develop TURF seeds for shade, sun, resistant to this or that. Oh, almost forgot no Dandy lions or any other wild/natural weeds need to apply.

I will be more specific and request
some patience, if you do not
plant anything and drop by for entertainment only.

Turf is selected according to the following: to play and heavy traffic,
maintenance and infrequent water, limited water availability, salt tolerant
light foot traffic, mixed seeds for sun/shade.

You have to prepare the soil accordingly, will need a rototiller, drop spreaders,
lawn rollers if planting seeds, and irrigate twice daily.

If you want, planting plugs is another option. These spread by runners and used
where grasses can not be started from seed.

Another way is laying sod, more expensive but quick if you have that great
urge to have a lawn. With this method one can walk in a few weeks on the
surface, contrary to the first two. There will be less weeding, but the soil has to
be prepared and irrigated in the same way.
Intelligent, educated people with or without money, with or without
the time, will consider the difficulty, waste of energy of all this adventure,
except Puertorican agronomists and landscape architects.
But we are just starting.

After this pain in the ass, absurd shore is done, MAINTENANCE follows. Each blade of grass is a food factory that needs to stand straight and tall in order to maintain itself and stay healthy. Tall grass cut at a uniform height will appear just as even as grass cut short.

There are at least 15 types of grasses used with the intentions mentioned above, but if you research, one finds over a hundred of varieties are offered with different qualities and resistance.

With the happy grass on, removing weeds will be part of the fun by pulling or with herbicide. Pre
emergent or post emergent herbicides. Thatch is also part of the picture. Dry leaves accumulate not allowing
oxygen/water to reach the grass roots. Soil compaction, low soil fertility, unbalanced pH and improper mowing will help to have all these problems in your turf.

I am bored to hell with this story. But lets finish for know. To all these silly, wasteful practices,
add the correct mowing. The blades should be balanced and sharpened, otherwise you get
the high and low look. Also a problem if the ground is not leveled.

If you cut with trimmer instead of a lawn mower the tip of the grass blades will be smashed, not
properly cut. They look like shit, to be honest. If you do not rake every once in a while, using a blower as 9 out of 10 weed whackers squads do, you will get thatch. If you cut when the grass when it is too tall, without mulching/raking you get thatch.

Add the C02, from trimmers, blowers, lawn mowers, irritating, disturbing noise, use of propane, the gas, oil, diesel spills polluting soil and water.

Still doubting? What about the wasteful irrigation? The other pollution with fertilizers, herbicides, fungicides and insecticides. Going to all water streams eventually. Think of the greatest environmental criminals with such an innocent sport GOLF!

If you still insist, then, forget about helping the environment unless you CHANGE,
the maintenance practices. If you have the time, money and energy to continue, you may check:
eartheasy.com/grow. Or going the ecologically correct way...However you may have to get goats,
sheep, or a push mower to reach that goal. Forgive me lord because, I have also sinned. Time to go...

DESIGNING WITH YOUR NOSE OR THE FRAGRANCE FACTOR IN THE INSTALLATION

IT DOES NOT MATTER, if you live in Reunion Island, the Canary or the British ones. If it is cold/hot, dry/wet or in betweenies. One can create a garden with future smells. It is a matter of real patience since it is one thing to see the flowers, another to have a chance to get close to them and enjoy that unique pleasure lasting for short periods of time.

In Puerto Rico this noisy, overcrowded, god forsaken island, where those working in the many areas discussed in this blog demonstrate permanent stupidity, little or no vision, no originality when
designing any garden/installation, due to mentally challenging issues, I add now, the lack of smelling. In this wide group, I will include scientists, entomologists, botanists,
biologists and environmental indoor/computer freaks, working with environmental issues in Federal and local spheres.

The most impressive sensation I have felt down in the concrete/asphalt hell, where
leveled, straight sidewalks/roads are a mirage, will last a long while. One early
morning, while on my ecotourist strolls in Santurce,( the wonderful little island with hidden alleyways), I received, the powerful, yet subtle fragrance of the Murraya paniculata, in one corner of the Ponce de Leon Avenue, where the First Bank branch stands.

There are two row of them, on this street instersecting the above mentioned, probably twenty years old. The wind brought that nostalgic fragrance from the past. These wonderful small trees were in fashion for focal points, planted in rows or used for hedges. They are not in demand now for their slow growth. Jerks in landscaping plant TREES, such as FICUS, to create unmanageable hedges. Believe it or not.

The past. What the hell is that you may wonder. In my case, times of little or no resources, money, jobs, electricity, water, highways: childhood, not necessarily
my own. However, children were creative. In their spare time, toys were created from scratch, every game required some exercise and imagination.

Now we got fat, lazy, good for nothing mostly, just like
their parents hooked to the playstation, computer, tv and cellular phone, anxiety ridden always wanting to be entertained.. In the sixties one had at least, if you could read, newspapers and books. Now every thing seems entertainment, useless, meaningless electronic games.

Having that cleared. Lets present the best plants, vines, herbs, bushes trees with fragrance as a bonus, a scarce quality in most gardens, or in nature, when you think of it.

BEST SELECTION FOR
FRAGRANCE IN YOUR GARDEN
ACCORDING TO yours truly
AND HIS TRADITIONAL HUMBLE OPINION

1. Orange/Lemon
2. Frangipani
3. Murraya paniculata
4. Gardenia
4. Mirabilis siciliana
5. Nerius oleander *
6. Ylan-Ylan *
7. Ipomoea alba
8. Rosemary
9. Oregano
10. Thyme
11. Basil

I am not using botanical names for a change. These are not written in stone. In first place there are two since I can not tell which one is more impressive.

In number two, I am totally prejudiced. In essence, everything in this short list is actually in my inventory, except those with the asterisk.

They will never be. On six, my dislike for the ugliness of its architecture, both 5 and 6 have
an overwhelming sweet vanilla like scent, not of my liking. However, many people think its great.

I will finish this post stating that even if you do not cook, the final four on the list, are elegant on their own, enhancing any garden. People who are into herbals and edible gardens certainly have their preferences regarding fragrance. On the other hand in cooking, flavor is another scheme of things. One thing is certain, a good gardener considering everything stated here, will take
a little time to consider fragrance, and planting where is adequate, by doors and windows, against the wind.

EDITORS NOTE

During the last tree years that I have kept this blog,
I have offered all the skills and information shared
with the reader with the Ajaime People, Fondita de Jesus,
Hogares Rafaela Ybarra, Peninsula de Cantera,
Comunidad G8, ENLACE and many others
public/private agencies.

But the people in charge, are all idiots with little brains and
big tittles, no imagination, no exceptions to the rule. NO skills, vision and
now I add, SMELL.

This aspect of gardening has to be put in perspective.
All people in bed unable to move, in wheel chairs, the blind or
visually impaired could have little sparks of motivation
with Horticultural Therapy. One does not need
a Harvard tittle to develop some skills and objectives with
this segment of the population, perhaps in your country
this modality is practiced. Here among the jackasses is not.

GARDENING RUMINATIONS

SOME character somewhere described this blog as boring. I added to his observation, that is also poorly written. I do not mind criticism of that kind, since I certainly despise
without much humility people concerned about surface, cosmetic issues. Happiness for your humble servant is a word, concept or idea when finishing reading.

Tito Collazo, the graphic artist with whom I have worked in a couple of projects, pruning, leveling his front yard, the photos for our calendar has a neighbor, Farrukito.
This character dresses, gestures and speaks like a pimp without the fur, since we are
in the tropics.

In Farrukito's rented apartment yard, there is a twenty feet tall, Cocos nucifera, growing exactly against the concrete fence separating the properties. In consequence, some coconuts fall in Tito's back yard, but so do the fronds.

I bet many readers from cold, template climates have never tasted the water or the soft/hard insides of this fruit. Or people from hot climates. I confess that I am not
so crazy about them, have never bought one while hanging by the beach, will not bother to peel one, a hard, difficult task. But some people think coconuts are so great and cool. It seems that mixing it with whiskey is palatable and fashionable in some
circles.

The fronds are twenty feet long, at least. Flat on the ground, they remind me of
a huge fish skeleton. They take a lot of room, are difficult to handle. Fronds may have some uses, as the coconut skins, but in Puerto Rico , people just throw them in the sidewalk, where they hang for a week, or months until the garbage men take them home to the city dumpster.

If I had a neighbor with such nuisance, believe me there would be no palm tree making my life miserable. Palms are fine, but not in ANY urban context. Unless one
happens to live in the Canary Islands and those hot places in the Middle East.

Unfortunately, in this isle, a pandemic of 'ornamental' palms have spread all over for the last ten years. PEOPLE in the 'Green Industry", landscaping maintenance and installing, with their accomplices in the grass/palms
nurseries/farms have inundated the whole island. It is visual contamination, as ugly
as those spaces with billboards in every square, period.

Not only that. The palm tree fans, landscape scumbags, forget that many species are intolerant of salty breezes. If you follow this blog, and I ask, where do you think thousands of palms have been planted? Exactly fifty/hundred meters from the sea shore. The leaves
look burned soon afterwards, but it does not matter since the landscape people got
their money, and in Puerto Rico there are no arborists working in the government.
Nor is there the intellectual, human, ecological interest necessary to plan a systematic maintenance program.

The problem is relevant. Palms/grass create too much organic waste, hard to handle. In Guaynabo City, organic waste is 22% of the total in the city dump. Most of it
is grass clippings not composted by residents or people in the industry.

By now you have the correct impression, I am against the use of any palm tree in urban landscape installations. Too many of them. Even well known Raymond Jungles, from Florida, a disciple of the great late Roberto Burle Marx, abuses the damn palms in installations that would be perfect, except for that aberrant infatuation. Time to go.

PUERTO RICO, USA A FOOLS PARADISE WHERE NOTHING WORKS

THIS MAY seem a rant, so may be it. In February of the current, I presented a complaint against who else? UNIVERSIDAD SAGRADO CORAZON, for the unbearable noise from their air conditioning feeders. A grinding humming 24/7, with the Junta de Calidad Ambiental, the native agency dealing with pollution of all kinds.

These poor souls have TWO inspectors for hundreds of complaints regarding all types
of environmental problems. The first failed attempt was in June. I refused
since there were no classes at the public hindrance university, feeders were off.

August came, tired of the waiting, I visited the office of the OMBUDSMAN, the hero
agency dealing with government agencies not doing the job getting paid for. In this agency the employees are reluctant to respond to EMAILS, it is as if emails are ignored, do not exist.

I had to walk three miles round trip to visit our heroes in Miramar, since they do not
respond to the correspondence. I had a chat with the blue blooded one leg crippled
lady. The office resolved with the people in the Junta a visit to the premises, our residence to measure the noise from the god damned university. It was too low. However, I noticed that on measurement day the feeders were not on, as if a little angel informed the dean, of the visit from ADA, the technician. This tree letter named
lady was the one confusing a Valencia orange with a pumpkin.

This is October now. Today ADA called at 6:00 AM, when your humble servant was asleep. I left a message at seven, got a response at 8:39. The defense is that she is in Aguas Buenas a hick town in the neck of the 'woods'. Once again yours truly
is screwed with impunity by the agencies of the state.

GARDENING NEWS

The following have changed location, from pots to beds.
It is like graduation day if you may.
Allamanda
Hibiscus rosa sinensis
Pseuderantemum reticulatum
Polyscia fruticosa
Capsicum
Catartus roseus
Asparagus sprengeri
Turnera subulata

the end is near

Finally I have to inform my fans/foes alike not to
plant Ipomoea quamoclit. This vine has beautiful
red, star shaped flowers, cypress like leaves with an
ugly habit. After a while it dries up as in going dormant
or whatever, looking like crap. Later it comes back or not.
Leaving your garden with vine skeletons nice for Halloween
but not much else.

Fire, fire in the wire, wire

A humongous fire took place in some refinery down here, not far
from the ocean, swamps, acquifiers and such. When this type
of disaster takes place, it is necessary to find culprits, to place the
blame. In my opinion, not so humble lately, and getting angrier
somewhat more misanthropic I declare that if cow chew grass
they can not be mistaken. I live among idiots, without vision.

This reminds me of Jose, a good neighbor and blind fellow or VI, visually impaired.
I have to ask him if it makes a difference since he can not see, what
he is referred to. I met a blind idiot in one futile attempt to work
as a volunteer with the house of jerkettes FONDITA DE JESUS, some
time ago.

The blind fellow did not resemble a blind one, Jose Feliciano, Ray Charles o Stevie
Wonder. I made a mistake
asking him where la Fondita was, stating he was going that way
and he would lead me.

We started to walk while he kept asking, do you see a sign saying this and
that...I kept saying no, I do not. Two hundred meters later, I asked
a couple of blond, blue eyes girls if they knew where this agency was.
It happened that the blind idiot was walking south instead of north.
Believe it or not.

Editors note

I asked Jose, who is a steady, strong swimming competitor if he had a
sense of direction, responding in the affirmative while we took
a short stroll one morning. Telling him the funny anecdote.
Time to go.

ENDEMISMO IN EL PAIS DE CAGUAS AND NEW INDUCTEES TO ENDEMISMO'S ONE HUNDRED CLUB

I TOOK THE TRAIN from Santurce, to Rio Piedras, it is clean, cool, quiet and efficient. I was not certain about the public transportation in minibuses as I knew it once, since
I have not used it in two decades. When I was a college student there were at least
sixty of this classical third world minibuses, loud radios, shitty music, no air conditioning, 16 people instead of twelve and so on ... There were none, at least
at 8AM. I waited for twenty minutes, exchanging sentences with an ancient fellow, for the big bus. Not bad for $1.50, no music, nice air conditioning not overcrowded and clean.

The trip took almost forty minutes. It was like metal, concrete/asphalt stabs to my eyes, left and right down the road with an irritating bright annoying sun. The trees many, many on both sides have disappeared. Only in the memory they remain. Inside the bus there was only one complaint,
the old farts using their cellulars as if in a live conversation, in their living rooms. I hate phones, particularly in elevators, cars, offices, close to me period. God damned
phones!

CAGUAS, my former hometown, is clean, quiet, like a ghost town. I found Juan Garcia, by the corner of the CATHEDRAL, still around on his sidewalk cafeteria. We went to Jose de Diego elementary during 1959/1963. Where were you then?

After a few sentences of greetings, I hit the road on the deserted sidewalks by Betances street, the landmark drugstore is still around in the same spot. A few steps to the right I had the ecotourist pleasure of entering the Museo de Artes Populares
or whatever in the corner of Padial St. A wonderful building with a long history
that I will skip and a professional restoration. Excellent conversation with RITA,
the person in charge.

It happens that RITA, grew up in the SANTURCE area where I know live. We exchanged anecdotes, mine are recent, hers are ancient. I crossed the street to the opposite corner to visit the oasis. I had one and one. One with a chaser, leaving
quickly thanks to the noise of the one arm bandits loud corny music.

Crossed the street again to Padial, enjoying greatly the MUSEO DEL TABACO HERMINIO TORRES GRILLO. Got the change of checking a couple of seniors
rolling cigars, a real trip that I got to see as a child for a brief period and moons
later, where else? IN NEW YORK, Cubans and Dominicans have their shops where
you can watch them and buy those according to your budget, taste, knowledge.
In Caguas, you may a bunch for twenty five bucks, excellent gift for the aficionados.

In both museums in that concrete/asphalt valley, one can relax, go back in time briefly, with care not to fall in the heavy nostalgia lane. Caguas is only a faded,
memory of beautiful buildings destroyed by avarice. Or the PLAZA, with huge
trees destroyed by the illiterate fools yielding machetes, pruning for decades
the Ficus and else...Destroying the relation crown/root.

A couple of more good news in the botanical segment of our show.

NEW INDUCTEES

Antigonon leptopus

Petrea volubilis

Bauhinia tomentosa



The first came after the 5th attempt from seeds, after I had forgotten. A couple
of days ago while doing our early routine with DIVA, I noticed the flowers. One
of the earliest botanical memories in my life.

Petrea volubilis, was the second or third attempt from cut stems. Today
while irrigating I got the great pleasure of seeing the first leaves in two
branches. If you have no idea of what this climber look like, check under
Wisteria to have an idea. The later is prettier but it does not grow in tropics.

Last but not least. This Bauhinia is rare because the bone white flower
does not look at all like an orchid, as many of these species. This one
is just one of twenty seeds planted and forgotten.

Editors note

Some prefer to use rooting hormones to accelerate
or improve the chances of success with cut stems, I do not.
But is not a bad idea.

AGAINST ALL ODDS CANHO MARTIN PENHA AND ELSE

AFTER AN early morning visit to LA DEFENSA, a pub, cafetin or colmado, on San Antonio St., not far from that enemy of the community, a 24/7 noise/pollution factory, UNIVERSIDAD SAGRADO CORAZON, I decided to check on my
recent guerrilla plantation.

At 12:15, under the infernal bright, hot Caribbean sun, I slowly walked towards the train station. The plague of automobiles in every corner, moving as
fast as they can, (not as in what would seem natural in an isle of 100 miles), but as if the drivers were going in a hurry
from Bundaberg to Carnarvon or Brisbane to Perth in that beautiful distant island continent down under.

I waited for the right of way, crossing the Ponce de Leon and the next, Munhoz Rivera Avenues, careful not be run over by the scum bags, anxiety ridden borricuas at the wheels. I got closer to the location where
my opus guerrilla child had been planted. Frightened as hell, noticing the visit of the municipal weed whackers squad. They had cut the native grasses predominant in the site, I expected the worst.

From that angle, in the above paragraph I could not see the tree * and Maguey still. Thank God, as I got closer I found, all Albizias had been destroyed and my DK Tree, alive and kicking against all odds in my
thirty years experience and expectations in gardening installations. A miracle! I would exclaim if believing in such fiction.

Editors Note *

The tree in question is the tenth picture
from top to bottom.

EPILOGUE PLUS

HOURS LATER..... A mile to the right of the Martin Penha Bridge, there is
a new huge one, reminder of those structures built during the Soviets.
Big, ugly and ordinary, with the intention of hiding the G8 vicinity from the
view of drivers. Why? The inhabitants built their houses on mangroove
land/water many decades ago. The Building Developers, Bankers, with Government
accomplices are in the slow, never ending mood to relocate these 14,000 residents, since
there is no more cheap land to develop, due to saturation in every
other San Juan metro spaces.

The end is near

While crossing this ugly bridge on BARBOSA AVENUE, Cantera neighborhood,
I stopped to check the raw sewage waters, after observing a beautiful trio of birds, Martinetes
with their impressive orange beak, playing and relaxing. I kept on looking, noticing
a bunch of black fish with white stripes by the gills, one turtle and some insects
looking for food.

NATURE IS really forgiving. Considering the amount of garbage thrown in
this ecosystem, in addition to the raw sewage, this is certainly a MIRACLE,
to see such amount of fauna from thirty feet high. I felt happy, twice, for the
first guerrilla story and this one.

Unfortunately, is time to write that I offered to work with the JERKS
of the G8 and ENLACE community considering I got a little to offer,
but since they are blindfolded JERKS; they remained deaf, mute, blind,
as the PUERCOS/AS SORDOS THEY EVIDENTLY ARE!
So long....

A CALL FOR SOLIDARITY

I WOULD APPRECIATE if any reader
from the 66 countries visiting this blog once in a while, one half/one third of the readers could send a message to
these addresses:

jricci@sagrado.edu
Ldiaz@sagrado.edu
hsilva@sagrado.edu

I need to have my space, garden collection, air space, respected, to enjoy
our property. The noise from the air conditioner feeders
could be ameliorated. The cafeteria closed. It is a pain in the ass to enjoy
our backyard thanks to the constant noises, smell of roasted
pig, chicken, pepper when I go out, or even inside our residence.

Put yourself in my place, elaborate.
How would you feel when trying to relax, enjoy your
little token of nature in your own backyard, with the constant night and day grinding humming from
these air conditioning feeders and the callousness of UNIVERSIDAD SAGRADO CORAZON?