Sonar no cuesta nada? There was once a bank called Banesto Banesto is an entity that we all know. In fact I had an account with them when I was a teenager, until they had problems by all known. They re-emerged and it seemed that he could now rely on them. Then I’m going to tell you a story, as I do with my two little girls, having as protagonists to a lot of families that relied on this entity and that, by not tell you the end, they suffered a series of adventures. Long, long time ago, in a beautiful town called Madrid, 66 families received the news that they would be able to access a few floors of basic price protection.
It was sweet news since they all wanted to have a place to call home and were willing to work and sacrifice to get a space where to live. All these people were told that if they paid for all the months, years, a monthly payments of 850 and then they asked for a mortgage at Banesto, their dreams could come true. So it was like each which, in the best possible way, going religiously paying cheques, some stopped going on vacation, others multiplied their working hours, and had who remained with their parents extending their dependence on these. Years passed and they were finding the road with an endless number of difficulties that were gradually overcome. They had also very bad luck to hire the services of a manager that did not do a good job and which ended up threatening to cooperators as if it were the mafia. They also had the misfortune of encountering ghostly and millionaire levies that always posed more sacrifices and the incompetence of those who had in their hands the power of the edificacion-gestion of our dream left patent.