F. and M. do not fare very well.
The word "crisis" on everyone's lips almost like a leap for them has a specific meaning. This meaning is a picture. The magazine dedicated to the portfolio blank notes, not always at the end of the month.
F. and M. living alone, each in his house. Working at reduced salary, but they can still say lucky because some colleagues no longer work.
One day, in unison, each in his house and each immersed in his ruminations, are struck by what seems like a solution.
not the solution but a solution to pull a bit 'my breath, to put something in the bank.
F. plans to sell the carpet that gave her great aunt. It is not too old, but it's fine (or so said the great-aunt) and is well maintained.
M. plans to sell the piano which is technically still at home but its actually belongs to her. It is a grand piano but it is a beautiful piano in good condition and is German.
Both conclude that the very least, will have two thousand euro in return.
The owner of the most prestigious piano store in the city says M:
"Two hundred euro."
Two hundred euro! But it is German!
"Sorry, those are the best pianos coming from the Czech Republic Two hundred € or nothing."
For F. is even worse because the seller of carpets in the Arab center, a man with good looks and seasoned bell'eloquio exotic accent, keeps the rug on consignment and asked fifty euro for washing.
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