house, and he must have found an auspicious place, for it grew to an astonishing height and made a heavy trunk, not an easy feat for a climbing/trailing plant.At its most gloriuos, people told me they could see it from the beach, like a beacon of red in all the green of the jungle.
Then came the Electric Company and cut it because of fears for their lines, but it made a steady and determined come-back.
That is until yesterday.
Yesterday arrived the maintenance guys; an old man with an impresive moustache and his dimwitted, but friendly helper.
They started to work and by the time I realized what they were up to, the Bougainvillea was gone.
All gone.
OY, I yelled to the guys. And my Bougainvillea ???
Si, said the old guy with the moustache and smiled proudly, it was big. Real big.
And that was the end of my Bougainvillea. What the Electric Company with all their fancy equipment had failed to do, it took a little old guy with an impressive moustache and his dimwitted helper, equipped only with machetes, about half an hour to accomplish.
I do not think it will ever come back after this.
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