When I’m lucky, a trickle flows through my apartment
building’s rickety pipes. When I’m really lucky, they deliver as much as
30-straight minutes worth of H2O. That’s enough to fill up the 200-or-so-gallon
tank in my kitchen and trigger a celebration. I’ll do something crazy and run
the water until it gets really hot before I jump into the shower. The tank is
hooked up to the building’s distribution system, so I don’t have to be present
to collect the precious liquid. In past rentals, I had no net. I did the mad
Caracas water dash when the pipes mysteriously started flowing while I was
home. I’d fill buckets, pots, coffee mugs—anything. More…
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