2013-09-16 Buddies program 201310
It is when you open your eyes, you weak up from the dream, from that sweet deception; and you think you’ve already gone to sleep. But you’re still at the desk. The novelty is the temperature. Icy when still young. Glacial at sunrise So are the nights. It only congeals when the soil is dry. More forceful the fall then.
But we all like a couple of ice cubes in the drink. “Spain is different, you know?” I will save easy jokes about our English. I’m not sure where they are used the most. In Europe, they are merciful, perhaps somewhat protective. Enough we have with our stuff, besides we laugh before they can do it. Originality, we are not lacking.
To the fifth, or sixth beer; when, if you have avoid them, you begin to understand what they say; inhibitions disappear. Lucidity allows to observe. Expectant spectator.
“What is he saying?” Yes, another joke about Spain. You looked great when you pretended to be nice to me. The important thing is to participate. Even 5-year-olds say so. We still don’t believe it.
You also discover the differences. In Denmark the university is free. Things that are achieved with 60% of the salary in taxes. Ah! 650€ of scholarship every month. For pens, rules, maybe a new iPhone.
Another round of beers. Two more and it’s up to the Spanish … He starts having rough times already. We talk like this in Spain, do we have much more to lose? Yes, pride. Because the Stella Artois at two euros each for 10 people are equivalent to half a week based on rice and pasta. We drink like Belgians, and we eat like Chinese.
“We are different. A kind of fun mix. A weird one. A stupid one.” Can’t it be possible just sit and talk? Obviously not. Welcome to the twenty-one century. Whoever wants to learn English go and read something else. (Welcome to the twenty-first century.)
So, in those we are. Internationally representing our great Olympics games. Du yu nou guat ai min?
Simply disgusting. It is what it is. You cannot make a silk purse out of a pig’s ear.
Let the train take us in second class and with a Go Pass.
Entry of Excusas para no volver. I remember that I spend the evening with a group of internationals that spoke English in a way that I barely followed the topic of the conversation. I survided, though.↩