Vale Do Rico Homem

Vale Do Rico Homem A strange place, houses are as big as castles tall forbidding wall on top, broken glass set in cement; gates that can withstand a tank. A lush valley, but no bird songs, presumable the occupants of this scary place want peace. I sat on my scooter for an hour in the hope of casting a glimpse of the people inside, but no. each palace was like little islets cut off from the world, here they need no one and live in splendid isolation. But just as I was to leave a black hearse pulled up outside a gate that slowly glided open- even the rich must die.- Prisoners of wealth, I ought to take one of them out one day, so he can see a bit of real life before the somber hearse arrives.