A long weekend. We've turned around the environment and we've taken advantage of it to make the picoteo. Tourists making selfies. Routes for tourists, rentals, shops, hotels, parkings, menu dishes, sign signs in all languages of the world. Tourists turn the usual places into strange places. The ride is no longer the same. In the curse of Marmar, we: tourism is transforming our cities, towns and territories as a wild animal and artificially raising the price of picoteo. The mayor, the politicians, the entrepreneurs are driving, designing, building the urban strategy.

We've inherited a grandfather's apartment. It's not very big, but it has a dignified size. The facade gives to the front of the walk, is part of the urban history of an era. In the block of grandpa's houses there are already few people, most have become holiday homes for tourists. The building has a medium architectural interest but the City Hall has built the environment, it is very modified since the time when the grandfather bought the floor, and it is a chick under the eyes of the stranger. We have searched for the prices of rent of the neighbors on the web page that advertises the accommodation service. We have looked with astonishment at the amount of money. If my grandfather knew that. But neighbors say it's easy to rent, there's a huge demand, it can serve for long months or weekends. They say everything is sold. My grandfather's weight, with the extra monthly income he can provide, would allow us to move more smoothly in our domestic economy. Well managed, we can make a money bag with the weight of grandfather and allow us to expand the future university possibilities of our sons and daughters.

It's not our speculation, it's not ours as the wildest companies. Ours will be used for the generations of tomorrow, with a local life project behind us, we say, trying to convince our system of values. Just to have the same performance as neighbors, no more. Instead of the empty house. A unique opportunity.