My hometown of Pitomaca and my family house (left) I sold to go to NZ. The house was built 1956 by my parents and grandparents and I achieved the price that could buy just entrance door in Auckland, NZ. It is wild market here and quality of houses is miserable. On right is one relatively new house built so good that you cant find something similar here in NZ. The new world simply cant understand what is a good house. But N Z has democracy, order, security, fines etc and tries to sell it to the world for big money like million for an average house. It is all some kind of plastic human relationship what I see and maybe the whole developed world is like that. Not for us for sure! 
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