When I was 10, I lived in Puente Alto city, before this comune became a synonymous of delinquency, poverty and bad quality of life. We lived with my family in a comunity of 20 houses and a lot of free space, like a little plot. The field was property of the Victoria´s textile, there was the factory, but in these times the production was disappearing. So, my mom wanted to move with her parents, but they lived in Concepcion. After many agreements, we moved to Hualqui, a comune of Concepción, the year 2000. The moving was very strange, because our things, our fournishings, was moved by a truck without roof, was only a big plataform, were the furnitures was tied with a canvas. All the family, the driver and his partner were in the cab...we were so cramped! mi sister was a baby, and everybody were unconfortable. The traveling, in normal conditions, took in these times, 7 hours, but for us, it took 10 hours... this was so because everytime somebody wanted to go to toilet, stretch the legs or eat some food. It was fun and extreme, though after this, came a lots of another movings, but nothing like this.
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