In the middle of his vacation in Barcelona, Santi Maratea had a bad drink, losing his belongings including his credit cards, debit card and the keys to the apartment where he was staying. Sitting on the sidewalk waiting for a taxi, Santy recounted with indignation and much heat that after calling the telephone indicated for emergencies no one gave him an answer.
“I’m having lunch (already at night) and I’m not fainting because God is great and didn’t want him. I left airbnb earlier than I should have. I lost my credit and debit cards back and had to sleep on the street,” he said, at the beginning of the story he shared in his stories. There he began to narrate that it all began when he stopped at a Dolce & Gabbana place where he wanted to pay for a bermuda with the card and bounced it. He left the place, called the bank to see what had happened and a few minutes later noticed that he no longer had the plastic or his shoulder bag with the other belongings.
“I lost it, or as they say in Argentina, they stole it from me,” he emphasized. Maratea explained that in the bag she disappeared, she had the keys to the apartment she was stopping at.” I slept on the street. Well, I didn’t sleep, I was sitting on the street. I had no tobacco, I had no money, I couldn’t buy anything from me, it was horrible. At 10 a.m. the owner of the apartment woke up and spoke to me,” he added indignantly after trying to communicate with the phones he was given and that no one answered.
After the bad moment, Santi said that in addition, the response given by the owner of the apartment infuriated him more, since far from apologizing, he told him that for his carelessness they will have to change the lock and that the expense will run on his own.
The situation forced Maratea to leave the apartment. “I was outside all night. At times, with fear. Now I have nothing. I don’t have cards, I don’t have cash. I just have bad mood and good stories to tell,” he summarized.
