Las modas spameras siempre vuelven. Véase, si no, el aluvión de cartas de hijos, sobrinos, tíos o cónyuges de personas que dejaron mucha pasta y que, generosos que son, me la quieren dar. Sin ir más lejos…
Dearest One, I am Mrs fartumata Lacson from Angola. I am a widow being that I lost my husband a couple of months ago. My husband was a serving director of the Cocoa exporting board until his death. He was assassinated last january by the rebels following the political uprising. Before his death he had a foreign account here in Côte d´Ivoire up to the tune of .5M which he told the bank was for the importation of cocoa processing machine. I want you to do me a favour to receive this funds to a safe account in your country or any safer place as the beneficiary. I have plans to do investment in your country, like real estate and industrial production. This is my reason for writing to you. Please if you are willing to assist me and my only son,indicate your interest in replying soonest. Thanks and best regards. Mrs fartumata Lacson.
Leo esto y me viene a la mente esta canción: “Fortunato, Fortunato, no es un perro ni es un gato. Es un lobo muy sensato, nuestro amigo Fortunato”.
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