Karl was on the last lap, approaching Heartbreak Hill during the marathon race. His breathing was already raspy and ragged, air escaping from his tired lungs in gasps and wheezes. Karl knew Heartbreak Hill was his toughest challenge. If he could get over that hill, he would be the winner of the Boston Marathon today. Although he could just make it to the top of the hill, the rest of the course was downhill and fairly easy to complete. He looked back and saw that the runner immediately behind him was still some distance away and that renewed his confidence. As the climb approached, Karl mustered up all the energy he could and began to climb the hill and complete this final challenge. He desperately wanted to win the marathon today. Not for its prizes and riches, nor for glory. He only wanted to win it for Carol. Carol, sweet, charming, beautiful, petite and sexy, who stood behind the finish line, holding the laurel wreath in her hands. The crowds on the roadsides cheered for him, which only increased his will and stamina to win. Finally, the top of the hill was approaching, in his vision. A few more steps and he would be done. His calf muscles had begun to cramp, but ignoring the pain, he reconditioned his mind to focus only on the top of the hill and forced himself to make an extra effort to get over it. He was only a few meters from the summit now. Suddenly he felt a hand grab his left shoulder and pull him back. Throwing his hand away, he continued running, but glanced back to see how the runner behind him had managed to reach him so quickly and why was he trying to pull him back. He was surprised to see that the runner behind him was now only a few centimeters away, and that this runner was none other than then...... middle of paper...... enjoy, by His Majesty, the wise leader of the country. Construction and construction activities at the world's largest residential complex The complex continued at a brisk pace, for nine months. After this, the same problems previously encountered resurfaced and the contractors and labor disappeared. Today, any activity on the plot is almost non-existent. Wait, that's not entirely true, the weeds are now blowing over the site in the wind, jostling here and there, like children in a park, while the desert continues victoriously to reconquer the lands that it has so brutally lost to human civilization. Carol now clearly understands why these cranes reminded her of praying mantises. Just like this abominable creature that cannibalizes its lover, this country does the same to the people who love it and adopt it as a replacement for their homeland. Truth or fiction – you decide?