Each week learning in one on one with my Chinese teacher in the ongoing cultural clash with my office mates, sealed them, paranoid me, cooking and Chinese food, science from the supermarket, the science of grandmothers, cineforum exciting every night. Alice and the Mad Hatter, eighty cents, row 10, focusing on a white sofa facing south, back in a hutong in the Dongcheng district, which threatens to be torn down by order of the Government and to create a mythical terra, with shopping and compulsive shoppers.
What was the Tivoli, the Benlliure or John of Austria? Few cinemas and in Madrid, Where will go mops and pans, brick houses, their neighbors, the ethos and the pathos of the neighborhood? In the whole city, these houses full of pots, dishes, oil smell, urinals, giant cabbages, thermoses, cups of brass. Disappear, for me and for all, the neighborhood surrounding the bell and drum, the heart of the city. Stops, and with it the hard lives, the curiosity of those who want to know and learn more. No turning back, no time for melancholy, and my neighbors say octogenarians, who ride a bike every day to go to the vegetable market and bring home the leeks and ginger and meat with worms.
a different year than last and this to the above. A great weekend get-together with the ambassador of a great country with a English philosopher (he my master) and one Canadian, one Greek to know my name I grab the strong hand to hear a name that sounds both home , home, Aleceia and my mother taught me, true means ... Lunch magical diplomatic residence, built in the years of the GDR, with its parquet floors and leather sofas, carpets and walls filled with giants of paintings, sculptures and life. A familiar smell, that of my aunt's house in the park, swim in the pool and tea with cake from the bakery fambruesas Hungarian, eternal afternoons until that leaves the sun, about eight o'clock, when the bathing suit still wet, we returned to the mother and two daughters at home in mom's car.
And while here, walks every week to 798, new projects that develop with my two cameras at the back. Hoping to repeat the experience of the dark room with dim red light. Yesterday
forgot all my notes in a Chinese supermarket. I'm on the verge of collapse ...
What was the Tivoli, the Benlliure or John of Austria? Few cinemas and in Madrid, Where will go mops and pans, brick houses, their neighbors, the ethos and the pathos of the neighborhood? In the whole city, these houses full of pots, dishes, oil smell, urinals, giant cabbages, thermoses, cups of brass. Disappear, for me and for all, the neighborhood surrounding the bell and drum, the heart of the city. Stops, and with it the hard lives, the curiosity of those who want to know and learn more. No turning back, no time for melancholy, and my neighbors say octogenarians, who ride a bike every day to go to the vegetable market and bring home the leeks and ginger and meat with worms.
a different year than last and this to the above. A great weekend get-together with the ambassador of a great country with a English philosopher (he my master) and one Canadian, one Greek to know my name I grab the strong hand to hear a name that sounds both home , home, Aleceia and my mother taught me, true means ... Lunch magical diplomatic residence, built in the years of the GDR, with its parquet floors and leather sofas, carpets and walls filled with giants of paintings, sculptures and life. A familiar smell, that of my aunt's house in the park, swim in the pool and tea with cake from the bakery fambruesas Hungarian, eternal afternoons until that leaves the sun, about eight o'clock, when the bathing suit still wet, we returned to the mother and two daughters at home in mom's car.
And while here, walks every week to 798, new projects that develop with my two cameras at the back. Hoping to repeat the experience of the dark room with dim red light. Yesterday
forgot all my notes in a Chinese supermarket. I'm on the verge of collapse ...
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