The respect to the property private is virtually nil. The existing repeated habit among some individuals, friends of evade the alien, that have to find in the theft, an everyday way of working has allowed them to survive the free-rider making it "apparently" a worthy mode of subsistence. Meanwhile the rest of respectable ensures that these NPC does not manage to get their reward, to which shield their homes as if of forts they were, armed with padlocks, locks, keys and alarms that disparate types rather, in light of the outcome, could allow give definition to thieves in unique individuals completely free, the rest would spend to be prisoners captive in our own lives safe from looters. To feel in a safe environment must enter within a demarcation, our cabin's walls, ornamented externally in overt cases of windows and terraces fully lattices, which in no differ to the one of a penitentiary. We protect from us same...? Do not we twinning us, at a point in history, in groups that would allow us to help us to move forward and protect us from the rest of threats...? Have we become our greatest enemy...? Honesty is bringing us a forced captivity that compels us to reflect about whether papers have not distorted.
"The garden of our prison, that small environment low which dwell locked with key to protect us, perhaps of our neighbors. "Our community is treasured by a goalkeeper that us protects of the strange, the environment residential to its time is a bounded not accessible limited by inputs of road fenced of beacons, the police of street as well as the police national, etc. keep in a same context by our security would many resources not wasted for protect us of the neighbor?"