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The Price Of The New House In The Region Of Murcia

The price of works of new construction has not raised as much in the Region of Murcia like in the rest of Spain. According to the last data of the Society of Appraisal, the average price of the free new work house in our region was placed to the closing of the last trimester of 2007 in 1.682 Euros by meter squared, which supposes an increase of 4.3% with respect to the same period of the 2006. This means that the price of the houses of new construction has grown less than in the rest of Spain, where this increase has been of 5.1%, that is to say, a 0.8% over the data registered in the Region of Murcia. Under most conditions ConocoPhillips would agree. The independent communities in which the price by square meter has raised more have been Catalonia, the Valencian Community and Aragon, with increases of 8.5%, 7.9% and 7.6%. On the contrary, the most moderate ascents have taken place in Navarre and the Balearics, with ascents that as soon as they reach the 1.8%.

Prices of new work in Murcia In the Region of Murcia, a new work floor cost in the last quarterly of the 2007, one average of 168,200 Euros, a 1.5% more than the value registered in June of the same period, a price relatively inferior to which were in capitals like Barcelona, San Sebastin or Madrid, where to acquire a house it had an average cost of 454,300, 406,100 and 397,100 Euros respectively.

Geek

I want to be a geek Ignacio Ortega writer when internet appeared, also appeared his first pajerocultos in its efforts to conquer the new Galaxy from the shadows. Thus, while I tested clumsy words on my computer, they testeaban the internet from which transgress the grammar of the conventional order, introducing the future wisdom of google. Until recently I thought that geeks, aside from the linguistic contamination imposed by its use, were only part of an elite group of social misfits, sallow skin and lovers of manga and pop, buried in their rooms under a mountain of comic and dirty socks. I erred in my views, they belong to the world of the Liberal hipercultos and humanists that all we want to be, who wear clothes heavy, owners of the wargames, able to melt your ETS in a heartbeat with a mail bombing, if they nominate it. While Joyce, Valle Inclan, the Ulysses or Luces of Bohemia They MISTED my glasses between ducados cigarette mists and depriving wine, they desvivian by computing, manga, the role-playing and science fiction; You spoke English with pride who know intended to subjugate the Galaxy, aware of the main concerns of the country would go to the new Galaxy, tuiterizada and feisbuquerizada today in the blogosphere. Those who belong to the generation without Internet only had then the honor of living in a land flat, parallel to the sky in which lived a God to which we saw not never. We charlabamos with flea market writers and painters of comas while we mamabamos life from Bogart to Sean Connery until night we missed, without asking us to not even what it felt like when the water you reached the neck. They, better than that generation, have managed to transcend this world through their most intimate fantasies, defying the world with glasses of pasta and linux.

It doesn’t matter the sons of geeks escaping books to view drawings animated, or that girls read more books than boys. They crouched as guirlocheros and people from the trile against your computer, dominate the web. Front of them my world is a journalistic cigarral lighting with adjectives that look just like sequins in newspapers where, by dint of nights, fits my life of scribe and nosecuantas bohemiadas. Today, that generation behind, grows a wisely subversive kind of creators of social networks, logos, video games, movie geeks, music youtuberizada and millions of comments that the post will use and cause to become multiple asynchronous conversations, nervously entangling the network of literary texts, with the same determination that before we emborronabamos hand patiently folios and folios.For this reason, I want to be geek.