Selling a Dream

selling a dream I like my little house in the interior of Algarve. It used to be a stable for a mule and several sheep and at the time, thirty years ago it was cheap. They tell me those in the know I ought to paint the house in case I want to sell me. I have no wish to sell which disappoint real estate agents who knock on my door and offer me a precise which is an offer was made by the people of not knowledge, other than turning a buck. People who think newness is is what people want. It is not what they want is a place where they can feel at home and not be bothered by what the ads tell them to like. The house has cane roofs, and a prospective buyer said if he bought the house he had to build a new roof. I told him he was wasting his time I will not tolerate vandalism by people whose dream is pedestrian. I will return soon and feel the peace of honesty.