Imimoya
Established Nation
The streets of the capital, with their cobblestones pavement in the historic avenues that run as the main arteries of the city, are wet by a relentless rain that seems to give no respite for two days. There is an ancient saying about the city; All the roads lead to Tibur, and it is in a certain sense the reality, all the roads seem to converge on the historic center of the city, where today the Parliament of the Republic resides. The rain beats on the roofs of the houses, is channeled towards the gutters and carried to the street, where the manholes have been opened to allow the extraordinary flow of rainwater.
The guard took the sheet and read it, a few drops of rain fell on the paper and wet it, while the guard was intent on reading its contents. Once the reading was finished, the guard handed the document back to the driver and gave him a hand sign to continue towards the underground parking lot. As he did so, he turned to his colleague and gestured for him to raise the bar and let them pass.
"We couldn't have asked for a better day, the rain is favorable to us." said the man driving his van as he traveled along the imperial avenue towards the parliament.
"It looks like we have luck on our side, at least for this time." The man sitting on the passenger side answered and he lit a cigarette. The smoke and the strong smell of burnt tobacco began to fill the cabin of the van, but it didn't seem to disturb the driver. The man took a pocket watch out of his raincoat to check the time. "Do not exceed the speed limit, we are on time, we must not attract the attention of the police. I would not want to make it all fail for a fine."
The vehicle continued its run up to the steps of the parliament, where two guardsmen were present outside under the incessant rain. A guard approaches the pearl white van whose sides were written "National Electric Company" in dark green. Inside were two men, one on the passenger side, intent on smoking a nearly finished cigarette, and the driver. The guard knocked on the driver's window, and waited for him to lower it, to ask the reason for the stop. "Agent, we're from the power company, we've been called, wait a second..." the man began to look in a stack of papers, a document in particular, some papers falling to the ground in the van, before he took one and showed it to the guard. "Here, this is the document of the call and the permit for work on the closing day of parliament."
The guard took the sheet and read it, a few drops of rain fell on the paper and wet it, while the guard was intent on reading its contents. Once the reading was finished, the guard handed the document back to the driver and gave him a hand sign to continue towards the underground parking lot. As he did so, he turned to his colleague and gestured for him to raise the bar and let them pass.
"It was easy" said the man sitting on the passenger side as he put out his cigarette in the ash can. The van's motor started in and the vehicle moved towards the underground parking.