Hallo, Leute!!

This time I'm so happy and... HAPPY!!

Well, well... What's new today?

I can say... It's a year...

A year ago, I had my car. My little cute Sascha, and today I wanted to tell her how much I love her!

Okay, maybe you're thinkin: "OMG! This gals is crazy for... her car?? And she gave it a name??"

Yeah I did that.. I do that

But what can I say?

Sascha (my car name) came to me when i was in a terrible situation, when i was betrayed by some false friends... yeah those ones who never supported me when i was ina really need. Sascha helped me a lot to forget the fear i had to drive. She gave me a special feeling, almost like freedom.

Okay! Maybe my money is dissappearing faster then before, 'cos the fuel is expensive... But Hey guys!! I know some of ya had felt this! The happiness of have a car

And here in my family, dad told us that the cars are more than vehicles/objects. They have a soul. They feel too. So We take a lot of care about cars. yeah. They're not cheap (unless ya want to buy a moving junk!! ), cars are the result of your work... Or the work of your parents (and this is my case ). My parents gave me Sascha. So I really estimate Sascha. She's special. So special!

She's a really kind and lovely present my parents gave me. And she can be dangerous too, If I'm drivin' like and stupid. But Thank to God, I never had an accident.

Sasha is my beloved little and cute gal.

Sascha is the freedom...

Sascha help me to feel better.

Sascha is a nice little orange FIAT Panda.

Sasha is simply, something very valuable, special and important to me.

Today, I washed her. She looks like new again

With some "scars" (yeah, scratches) that jealous people did to her.

It's just 'cos a FIAT Panda is very but very rare to see here in México.

So, this time sorry guys, If I'm getting so sentimental, but i cannot avoid this.

Is my Sascha and I love her.

Thanks so much gal!


And happy B-day!!

Atte. Gato!

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