You never know where you might end up… or begin

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Just move and the path will appear -Zen proverb Dear readers: The rocking horse has been pretty quiet, gathering dust in the corner. That’s often the fate of yesteryear’s toys, those that are no longer used because, for our grown-up’s responsibilities’ sake, they are relegated to the corner of the things that can always wait and then become obsolete (as it usually happens with rocking horses) and, simply, one day, you don’t use them anymore at all. So rocking the horse again Read more [...]

Pain and Gain

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2:37 am. Sitting by mi side, Alma, a dog from a very distinguished Germanic social class, sleeps under the covers. Once in a while, she rises and looks at me superiorly; I think she might have been an old lady of pride linage in a different life. Now, in this canine reincarnation, she continues to believe it, since her relation with the other dogs in the hotel is terrible. Not to add that right now she is looking at me from a very superior 90 degrees angle. I sense she knows I am a 21st century Read more [...]

Dog-logic

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(Seven reasons to move with dog's hordes in the middle of no where in the German country side). 1. Arbeit! Job! Something that many people don't seem to understand is that, when I am traveling, I am not on holidays or doing tourist stuff all the time. I don't get why they think it's like that, in such an enthusiastic, positive and naive way: as a curious fact, in 11 years of working, I have NEVER earned the minimum salary according to the law. Besides, when you are an illegal immigrant, many Read more [...]

Imagine Belfast…

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Belfast is a very peculiar city, for not saying bizarre. One city I will never forget. Not because it is considered the Titanic's uterus, a ship which was born dead, in a very premature way, in the frozen waters of the Atlantic a century ago, as we all know. Not for its beautiful architecture which is wasted in banks and minimarkets in a very European way. Not even for the good memories I may keep from an abandoned sofa in a parking lot, when the cold weather didn't matter. For all that I have pictures Read more [...]

He, who had such a pretty name

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“I'm going to write about you”, I tell him, while my left cheek lays on his knee and he plays with my hair. “OK”, I hear his voice. “But don't write my name. I don't want to be a small character in a big novel.” Such a shame, because he has a really, really pretty name… But he knew it and so did I: in the long run, we were both going to become a secondary character in each other's life. After that, just a reference character, and then, an even nameless one. That's the way life goes, Read more [...]