In the morning, in the neighborhood, we heard Mr. Salvador anointing the walls of his reed house with cannons of insults: "you wretch, you slut, you dirty girl". And in the background we could also hear a small pool of tears running down his wife's face. And in the midst of those tears, the wife raised her sword: "You're a wretched mother who doesn't even know your father".

After the insults, after the accusations, the reed walls shook, the pool of tears had a wind of screams and then we saw Mr. Salvador's wife emerge with a rock of ice pressed to her face, I suppose to cool her hot tears, and demanded to share the goods.

They had no assets, but they began to share. The couple began to fight over their son, an asthmatic boy who walked with his chest up to get more air. And in the middle of the dispute, the boy raised his lungs more and more as if he wanted to fly over the whole mess. His wife stayed with the boy. And finally they began to fight over the only inheritance they had: an oil lamp with half-broken glass.

Three months later, they didn't dispute the asthmatic boy when he died of cholera: the neighborhood made contributions and buried him. And wherever he is, he certainly still has his lungs up and makes the face of a drowned man when he breathes. The torn clothes of the neighborhood children, the shoes without soles, the socks with worn-out elastic bands, the broken toys and the expired juices: all this went to waste because the asthmatic had already died.

After the dispute over the property, the couple started a new dispute in the neighborhood: the dispute over the leftover food that we left in plastic garbage bags outside our houses.

They fought over the scraps we sent to our graves with impressive dignity. "Even without you I live, because God is with me," the lady used to say when she came across her former husband in our backyards fighting over food scraps. And to this day I wonder if God is pleased to be with someone who lives on leftovers!

They were a couple who ate what was left over from our burps, our tables and what we didn't give to the dogs because it was bad for them. Once, I don't forget it, the couple got into an argument outside my parents' house. And, because they had an advanced knowledge of how to share property, the husband said: "From today onwards, you keep the garbage from the houses downstairs: it's all mine here in this area".