Not a great day
This horrible day started one Tuesday. It looked like a normal day, I went to the place where I wait for the van to come like every day. Mr. Edgar arrived a little bit late, but I didn't care, I was just thinking about what I had to do that day. So, everything was ok until we were getting near Maracay (I live in Cagua), there was a looot of traffic because there were repairs in the Cabrera's tunnel(?)
