It was a morning like any other. Mid-March, about 9am. I’m making eggs when the portera rings to say that they are turning the gas off for a minute to do some repairs. Edesur was working on new power lines on the block during the week prior and short electricity cuts were frequent so I didn’t think much of it. I finished my breakfast and left for the day without giving it a second thought. I came home later that evening with my arms full of groceries and was met with some major side eye from my neighbor, who was returning home with a greasy McDonalds bag.
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