Story of poverty in Haiti

The rooms are emptied of everything except hope.
Yet, despite your latitudes you feel helpless in the face of yet another aggravation of the conflict between the usual enemies, in turn maneuvered as eternal puppets by the infamous oil-eater monster, we dance, yes, we dance on the nothing.
Which, paradoxically, not always, but at least for a day, becomes better than everything.

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