| MONOMAD | Just... cans

But...

I did my research, boys and girls, I did my research. I went into his backyard and felt almost like Dr Temperance Brennan on Bones but with cans.

I put on my gloves, one of those that hairdressers use to apply cheap dye (I left my honours diploma at home, BTW), and analysed each test, even smelling it.

It smelled really bad, actually.

But who said these things are perfumed? The sun and the coldness of the night (although they are quite poetic too) break everything down. I made two or three... 🤢

I also realised that there was no need to smell it, it was just what it says on the label, what else could it be?

Well yes, some flammable liquid or oil, rolled up money (his piggy banks, 🙄 how deluded I am) or... what if I was making the wrong judgement, what if my neighbour was just a collector who decided not to be one any more?

At this point, I considered the possibility of taking his place. There is room for collectors here, I could easily start on this road of roses, I mean, of cans.

The Cuban economy is in turmoil, but the MSMEs (micro, small and medium-sized enterprises) are doing well. The MIPYMES (in Cuban), yes, are doing their best, importing a lot of beer and a wide variety.

It's as if they were telling us: get drunk and that's it, life is tastier that way.

Whoever doesn't want beer should drink this shrapnel. Our gastric juices will be grateful.

And maybe we'll even end up like... jackals.

My neighbour is a man who hit at the same seam on everything. No matter what, come what may, it's gonna be OK. 👌

Do I envy him? No, only in some ways - hell no! I don't drink anything bubbly... for a while now.

But let's see he has no respect for nature. I know that if I jump over that wall again tomorrow I will find a lot more evidence.

This had to be brought to the authorities of the #Monomad Challenge, yes sir!

I can see why he has so much energy!