"I look out into the yard, still have half a cigarette (since I turned it on, I've put food the abuezita , I cleaned the dust from some movies and placed them in his new bookshelf), I grab between your fingers and I notice that in the small courtyard that belongs to the low D and it is full of junk, ( some of them impossible to believe if they are not), surrounded by many plastic plants, climbed to the top of what appears to be a washing machine is Godzilla with his arms raised and looking forward trying to fend off a Tyrannosaurus Rex stalking you from the right side and for days about his teeth in the neck.
The second neighbor is also leaning. Watching me watch the scene.
On other occasions I've noticed that the kitchen is to find my room I do not care what you look like. He realizes that I have seen and quickly and with all the stealth of which he is able, close the window. I never knew your name, your home is in another portal. The only thing I know about it is that very early morning, it starts bulerías. So: Folk neighbor lady with bun, really, I do not care to be introduced with the look in my room, I try to do the same with the top of the washer, but is so far away ... It will be very risky but I will try to approach everything possible to Godzilla Rex and it is my duty as a neighbor to get proof of whatever it is happening on that appliance. "
Thus ended the document. For a while I did not hear from minizita , who seemed to have disappeared in some deep abyss of the earth. I did not hear it until this morning I received an envelope with no return address and crowned with a full seal of strange and unintelligible characters.
"I know the quality of the photos you sent is not very good, but we must be aware that they are a unique testimony to what's going on over the washer Mr neighbor yard full of plastic plants.
Yeah, I know, I know it really has been a risky mission. Not just the physical encounter I had with Rex and Godzilla (which in itself could have resulted in the loss of life), but that could have happened all sorts of contingencies that were playing against the issue and end up being aborted. Moreover, I have to add that this almost happened There was a time when the neighbor lady with a bun folk caught me with camera in hand while he was a reporter and almost left the company. I had to blend for several hours behind the colorful curtain that hid the base since erected in my room.
But finally, I have to tell you dear Dr Zito, who all went well and therefore I can attach it to this letter, two pictures as a witness, I'm convinced, will play a vital role in future development the life of the inner courtyard of the building of the Avenue of the Curris number seven.
I ask, though, that for the moment try to find my whereabouts, could be dangerous for both. I was forced to disappear without a known date of return, for fear of becoming victim to the fury of Godzilla or Rex, or the neighbor lady with a bun or folk neighbor Mr. filled courtyard plastic plants.
Until next time. "
Here you can see the chilling visual record: I Rex and Godzilla, and Godzilla II Rex
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