03/July/08
Another day is passing by. Today, I woke up at 07:20. I put my clothes on and rushed through the corridor and down the stairs. I had to be in the kitchen at 07:30. Today, it has been tireing. Instead of going down to the beach to sail and board (which was what I was hired for), I went to the kitchen, cause my boss decided I was gonna do so, last night. To be honest, I was quite relieved, and at some point I am still – and I would better try and hold on to this idea. Today, it has been pissing down, raining cats and dogs. That’s why I glad myself of having been in the kitchen. The thing is that I woke up at 07:30 more or less and I just finished, it’s 21:34…so, to be accurate, take out 15 minutes. I know some of you can be thinking…well, it’s not that much, I’ve been working long hours too, but I am not used to it, and I feel they’re taking advantage of me. Plus, being a foreigner doesn’t help. Sometimes you can feel how people are joking about you without even taking into account that if you do not quite understand it, you may feel bad or intimidated. Sometimes you can listen to their voices and notice how they speak faster every now and then. I don’t think they even imagine that we, foreigners, may be actually thinking they’re speaking fast so we do not understand. Other times you can feel how they think you’re stupid cause you need repeating. Well that’s not my problem!!! If you were a bit considered, or at least a bit smart (cause you want to be understood and you surely do not want to repeat) YOU WOULD SPEAK WITH YOUR MOUTH OPEN!!! You’d pronounce every single word, and you’d speak slowly. But, it seems to me you can’t. Because, in reality, loads of people like feeling superior. Loads of people like getting angry and feeling frustrated because they’ve got an inept, a useless person in charge. Of course, when the job is over, those people also like to chat with mates, ey? Oooh, she’s so dum, he’s so useless, he’s so slow, she’s whatever…I repeated minimum five times…Leave her alone you dum ass. He’s soooo stupid. I can’t understand why he’s so mean to her. The worse thing is that he thinks he’s funny. Ok. Let’s see…
He is the chef of the kitchen of camp. He gets angry with kids when called cook instead of chef. His name, we don’t need it. He’s young, very young in fact (why does he act as if he were super experienced?). He’s…not a very good coordinator. He takes advantage of Kathy. He also thinks: I’m the mannnnnn in the kitchen, I’m the cook!! No, no, no, I’m the chefffffff!!!
Kathy is sweet, nice and an angel. She is Chineese and has been in France studying for a year now in an exchange program. She came to camp to fill up her summer. She couldn’t get another job cause she doesn’t know how to teach any sports. Fine. She is too good to people. She is gonna get hurt. Being good to people doesn’t mean you’re gonna get hurt, that depends on your attitude and character. The problem comes when she runs into a mean person, a selfish one, someone with no scrubs. Him.
He shouts at her, makes her feel useless. Whinges about how many times does he have to repeat, etc. And she…she puts on a big smile and says: “just two please” JUST TWO PLEASE???? Wow, blimey, I didn’t know people could get angry with that. I’m gonna kick his ass one of these days. He’s not my boss, I can do that if I want to.
After the horrible encounter I had with my boss, everything seems to have pretty much gone back to normal again. Although I can’t stand his jokes…I don’t even get them!! He is not funny… he thinks his damn funny. I don’t understand why his wife doesn’t tell him to shut up.
So, he comes up to me, makes one of his jokes, and since I don’t laugh…he comes and does weird things trying to feel my temperature. Oh! Oh! And then, he comes up to me, looking right to my eyes and fakes his going to smack me in the face, and since I hut my eyes, he then says I'm scard of him...which I'm surely not.
Ok. I don't know if I'm writing properly anymore because haven't got that much time to revise my writings and since hven't got internet I can't use a ddictinary. So, sorry. FEEL FREE TO CORRECT Y MISTAKES, PLEaSE.
Anyway, I am gonna try to copile the last week. I'm on my day off today!!! YEYYYYY!!! And the best thng is that I got my day off with Aileen, who's an Australian girl who lives in Europe at the moment. We did our laundry, we went to the supermarket t buy crap and junk food, and now we're watching moovies and eating junk!!! And that's ur plan for today, our special day, since it's very very windy and cold, overcast and cold...
Anyway, I'm in a better mood now than yesterday morning and the day before. Have had very rough days working very hard and stuff. Yesterday, I spent it, at last, working at the lake. The bad thing was that it was freezing old and pelting down in the morning. During the morning...I swear I spent the morning thinking on whether I should leave or not, if I deserved working o hard, if I deserved a good sunny summer, if I should better bare it for the sake of my English which, by the way, it's getting pretty good. I learn new words every single day. So at the end, after a 5 minute hug with a friend (we were trying desperately to warm up, which we did), I learnt that this hard woking would end in three weeks time when the students season is over. After that, we will only hav rugby players oming over and apparently it's better and more alm, although water sports will be over and I we'll spend our time doing kitchen work and site work...
Anyway, today I'm ok.
Kisses to all!!
lunes, 7 de julio de 2008
Monday, 30th June 2008 CAMEMBER CHEESE
Monday 30th June 2008 CAMEMBER CHEESE
I’m a bit burnt. I don’t know why this morning I decided I didn’t need anymore sunscreen. I thought that after a week under the sun, it would be ok and I wouldn’t need anymore sunscreen…WRONG.
Since the last time, a lot has been going on. I’ve met loads of people, I’ve worked a lot, I’ve felt deceived and I’ve regretted being here. Not anymore.
The first four days were hideous. I spent those days varnishing wood and fixing buildings. I would only stop to have lunch and diner. Than God they have diner early (6 pm) and that, after that, work was over.
As usual, the free time I had, I spent it on my own, doing whatever I wanted or had to do. When it comes to make friends…I usually take a lot of time. I don’t have any problem making friends (u all know), it’s just that I rather give them all some time. After some time, one usually knows where and with whom they want to be friends with. I don’t really know completely, but I have a slightly idea. Either way, some of the people don’t trust me anymore. Hehehehe. I think it’s definitely not a good idea to tell them openly that it’s better to not trust anyone here, until a couple of weeks or one month have gone. But it’s true!!!! It’s the truth!! People are just scared of it. You shouldn’t trust anybody until a while has gone. That doesn’t mean you can’t be friends with them…it just means that you’ve got to protect yourself a bit. It’s always better to prevent than to heal, no?
It was good that the kids finally arrived, because I was getting pretty down of being all the time alone and spending my days varnishing and just speaking to walls and wasps. Oh! That’s a good story, one of my bosses seemed like she wanted the job done that same day. So these were her words: “Varnish, and when you see many wasps, go varnish the next one”. Yeap, good idea. In my family, my dad and my little brother are allergic to wasp stings. Since I am not…I did the varnishing, really worried though. Not only there were wasps, but also nests behind that massive wall of wood.
Apart from all that, I’ve been trained by a very, very, very wise man some archery and some shooting, at which I’m really good at, hahaha I’ve also learnt some new games. OH! And I’m not only teaching sailing, but also boarding! And it happens to be that each day, my balance gets a loooot better. I could be the next best surfer in the world if I wanted to! Narly!!! ;) I can stand up; bend my knees up and down, fast and slow; I can make forward rolls and run and hit the water!!; hahahaha, I can even jump on it! Jump o it!! Jump on it!! What I still cannot do quite well is running across a line of boards all put up together with the children sitting on them. I cannot even take two steps without falling. Hehehehehe. Anyway, I spent my days in silence, if I least I could listen to English people talking or speak myself…By the way, I’m getting good at accents.
On the other hand, my English is getting pretty good. Some of the people don’t seem to be bothered when they have to repeat some stuff or have to do crazy gestures and loooong sentences to give me the exact meaning of a word. Others do, unfortunately. They make me feel a bit guilty at first. But what the f***!! I don’t care. I came here to learn. People who don’t enjoy helping other people…don’t really cope very well with my likings. If they’re not nice enough to do something like that, they’re not nice enough for me.
BUT my English is getting very, very good. I can even start to distinguish the Northern monkey’s accents from the Southern fairies’ accent (Special kiss to my favourite Southern fairy lost in the prairies of Oz.). I’ve even learnt how to ask somebody to shot the door: “Put the wood in the hole” (??...or something like that. Let me check. OK: Put wood in ole/oil) That’s slang for some Northern monkeys.
Here are my favourite words of the week:
Izzy
Skank
Pikey
Wimp
Twat
Soggy
Bickering
Farting about
Lick!! (as in great!)
Narly
Southern fairies
Once in a blue moon
Shiver ma timbers!!! AAAARR
Oh oh!! Were did pirates live?? MadagascARRRR
Really bad joke, but I had to jot it don.
Massive
Chilaxing
Anyway, there are loads of others, but I can’t really remember right now.
I’ve already had my day off!! And now I’m having an evening off! J
Anyway, I had massive plans for my day off. I wanted to go to a near village called Ussel. Once I got there I was supposed to go to a store, buy Camember cheese, bread and a bottle of water. From there, I’d go to the lake where I wanted to spend the day chilaxing, having a perfect lunch, tanning and trying to get rid of the awful tan lines I’m getting because of the watersports job. I have to always wear a short sleeve T-shirt, shorts and water shoes. L
Anyway, in the morning, I had breakfast with my job peers. Then, I did my laundry, I showered, I hung my laundry and I went off. I started walking towards the train station. I got lost. I found two French men and asked. They were tres gentil and they gave me a ride to the station. When I got there, the bloke who worked there told me there wasn’t another train for nearly three hours… So, I decided to walk down to the lake, chill and then come up to the station again. I didn’t get lost. But after 45 minutes walking under a very warm sun, I saw an enormous hill I had to walk up (after that there was another 20 minutes walk) and all my strength flew away… I decided to have a walk through the streets of the village. Meanwhile, a really pathetic guy in a car spent his morning (at least 45 minutes of it) driving up and down, going round and round and passing next to me every 3 minutes waving hi with his straw hat. Anyways, got to a cake store and as I was buying a little cake, my boss came in. He took me to Ussel after I narrated him the morning of my first day off. Once in Ussel, I bought my wet suit T-shirt and all the things I had written down on a list. I had three hours to get to the last train. The lake was 15 minutes to my right, the village was to my left: the station was 4 km to my left. I didn’t know how long it was going to take me, so I walked up the hill (the village is very well known because it was erected on a massive hill. Really tireing. Got to the station, two hours left. I sat on a bench, in the shadow, and with a piece of bread in one hand and the round circle of Camember cheese in the other, I had one of the best lunches od the week. Ohhhh Camember, my dear Camember, each time I think of you, my saliva pours to the ground…Oh, Camember Cheese, my dear Camember Cheese.
Anyways, after that I saw one of those flowery American comic-drama movies I love and winded up sad. As usual… Being masochist, lets call things by its name. Consequently, asked a pretty out of time, moment or context, question, I shouldn’t have asked yet in the first place. Obviously, I haven’t had a reply yet.
But, let’s just forget about it.
Dear smurf girls, I love u all, miss u a lot. I’m having loads of fun. I cannot login often, I wouldn’t even say anything near to often. The conection here is Wifi, but somehow, I can’t reach the signal with any of my friends computer. Plus, haven’t got that much time. I can only log in at early nights, because this wifi area is located in the bar, and it shuts its doors quite early too. Once it closes, there’s no wifi, there’s nothing. Above all that, I have to try and socialise a bit more…and I can’t keep missing the last drink before going to sleep.
My dear girls, loads of love, have a great summer.
Vics
I’m a bit burnt. I don’t know why this morning I decided I didn’t need anymore sunscreen. I thought that after a week under the sun, it would be ok and I wouldn’t need anymore sunscreen…WRONG.
Since the last time, a lot has been going on. I’ve met loads of people, I’ve worked a lot, I’ve felt deceived and I’ve regretted being here. Not anymore.
The first four days were hideous. I spent those days varnishing wood and fixing buildings. I would only stop to have lunch and diner. Than God they have diner early (6 pm) and that, after that, work was over.
As usual, the free time I had, I spent it on my own, doing whatever I wanted or had to do. When it comes to make friends…I usually take a lot of time. I don’t have any problem making friends (u all know), it’s just that I rather give them all some time. After some time, one usually knows where and with whom they want to be friends with. I don’t really know completely, but I have a slightly idea. Either way, some of the people don’t trust me anymore. Hehehehe. I think it’s definitely not a good idea to tell them openly that it’s better to not trust anyone here, until a couple of weeks or one month have gone. But it’s true!!!! It’s the truth!! People are just scared of it. You shouldn’t trust anybody until a while has gone. That doesn’t mean you can’t be friends with them…it just means that you’ve got to protect yourself a bit. It’s always better to prevent than to heal, no?
It was good that the kids finally arrived, because I was getting pretty down of being all the time alone and spending my days varnishing and just speaking to walls and wasps. Oh! That’s a good story, one of my bosses seemed like she wanted the job done that same day. So these were her words: “Varnish, and when you see many wasps, go varnish the next one”. Yeap, good idea. In my family, my dad and my little brother are allergic to wasp stings. Since I am not…I did the varnishing, really worried though. Not only there were wasps, but also nests behind that massive wall of wood.
Apart from all that, I’ve been trained by a very, very, very wise man some archery and some shooting, at which I’m really good at, hahaha I’ve also learnt some new games. OH! And I’m not only teaching sailing, but also boarding! And it happens to be that each day, my balance gets a loooot better. I could be the next best surfer in the world if I wanted to! Narly!!! ;) I can stand up; bend my knees up and down, fast and slow; I can make forward rolls and run and hit the water!!; hahahaha, I can even jump on it! Jump o it!! Jump on it!! What I still cannot do quite well is running across a line of boards all put up together with the children sitting on them. I cannot even take two steps without falling. Hehehehehe. Anyway, I spent my days in silence, if I least I could listen to English people talking or speak myself…By the way, I’m getting good at accents.
On the other hand, my English is getting pretty good. Some of the people don’t seem to be bothered when they have to repeat some stuff or have to do crazy gestures and loooong sentences to give me the exact meaning of a word. Others do, unfortunately. They make me feel a bit guilty at first. But what the f***!! I don’t care. I came here to learn. People who don’t enjoy helping other people…don’t really cope very well with my likings. If they’re not nice enough to do something like that, they’re not nice enough for me.
BUT my English is getting very, very good. I can even start to distinguish the Northern monkey’s accents from the Southern fairies’ accent (Special kiss to my favourite Southern fairy lost in the prairies of Oz.). I’ve even learnt how to ask somebody to shot the door: “Put the wood in the hole” (??...or something like that. Let me check. OK: Put wood in ole/oil) That’s slang for some Northern monkeys.
Here are my favourite words of the week:
Izzy
Skank
Pikey
Wimp
Twat
Soggy
Bickering
Farting about
Lick!! (as in great!)
Narly
Southern fairies
Once in a blue moon
Shiver ma timbers!!! AAAARR
Oh oh!! Were did pirates live?? MadagascARRRR
Really bad joke, but I had to jot it don.
Massive
Chilaxing
Anyway, there are loads of others, but I can’t really remember right now.
I’ve already had my day off!! And now I’m having an evening off! J
Anyway, I had massive plans for my day off. I wanted to go to a near village called Ussel. Once I got there I was supposed to go to a store, buy Camember cheese, bread and a bottle of water. From there, I’d go to the lake where I wanted to spend the day chilaxing, having a perfect lunch, tanning and trying to get rid of the awful tan lines I’m getting because of the watersports job. I have to always wear a short sleeve T-shirt, shorts and water shoes. L
Anyway, in the morning, I had breakfast with my job peers. Then, I did my laundry, I showered, I hung my laundry and I went off. I started walking towards the train station. I got lost. I found two French men and asked. They were tres gentil and they gave me a ride to the station. When I got there, the bloke who worked there told me there wasn’t another train for nearly three hours… So, I decided to walk down to the lake, chill and then come up to the station again. I didn’t get lost. But after 45 minutes walking under a very warm sun, I saw an enormous hill I had to walk up (after that there was another 20 minutes walk) and all my strength flew away… I decided to have a walk through the streets of the village. Meanwhile, a really pathetic guy in a car spent his morning (at least 45 minutes of it) driving up and down, going round and round and passing next to me every 3 minutes waving hi with his straw hat. Anyways, got to a cake store and as I was buying a little cake, my boss came in. He took me to Ussel after I narrated him the morning of my first day off. Once in Ussel, I bought my wet suit T-shirt and all the things I had written down on a list. I had three hours to get to the last train. The lake was 15 minutes to my right, the village was to my left: the station was 4 km to my left. I didn’t know how long it was going to take me, so I walked up the hill (the village is very well known because it was erected on a massive hill. Really tireing. Got to the station, two hours left. I sat on a bench, in the shadow, and with a piece of bread in one hand and the round circle of Camember cheese in the other, I had one of the best lunches od the week. Ohhhh Camember, my dear Camember, each time I think of you, my saliva pours to the ground…Oh, Camember Cheese, my dear Camember Cheese.
Anyways, after that I saw one of those flowery American comic-drama movies I love and winded up sad. As usual… Being masochist, lets call things by its name. Consequently, asked a pretty out of time, moment or context, question, I shouldn’t have asked yet in the first place. Obviously, I haven’t had a reply yet.
But, let’s just forget about it.
Dear smurf girls, I love u all, miss u a lot. I’m having loads of fun. I cannot login often, I wouldn’t even say anything near to often. The conection here is Wifi, but somehow, I can’t reach the signal with any of my friends computer. Plus, haven’t got that much time. I can only log in at early nights, because this wifi area is located in the bar, and it shuts its doors quite early too. Once it closes, there’s no wifi, there’s nothing. Above all that, I have to try and socialise a bit more…and I can’t keep missing the last drink before going to sleep.
My dear girls, loads of love, have a great summer.
Vics
Vikius in France (Chapter I)
Toulouse, France, 21/06/08. Perfect! It's already 5pm and I'm still in this freaking train to Limoges. What is today's date? Very simple, the first day. Adventures and surprises couldn't possibly wait for a couple of days.
Right, I'm in a train to Limoges where I am to transfer to another train and keep on making my own way to camp. I am not gonna do it... for now. And don't think it's because I've fallen in love and I've decided to leave it all aside and escape hand-holded with an astonishing beautiful young man. NO. The train in which I am travelling has run over a man. I don't really know why nor how, all I know is what I hear from a girl sitting right in front of me, I repeat: a girl, a young girl. As I said, she's just in front of me and if it wasn't because she says every now and then "Oh...it's such a pity!", "Oh! What a tragedy!" I would swear she finds the situation entertaining, plus that she feels relaxed 'cause she can now cross out from her "Things to do" list the following willings: to witness an accident, to be in situ in an accident.
And thank God they've given us some water... I was famished and dehydrated. Now, I'm only famished (as Javi well says). The truth is I also feel my clothes are stuck to my skin and my feet start to smell (it's really warm and the granny beside me has taken off her sandals, why shouldn't I?)
OH! Let's keep on with the run-over-by-a-train-man issue (let him rest in peace). The bloody girl is worse than an old woman. She has found out everything. And when I say everything, I mean everything. Not pleased with swallowing some not very agreeable information, she's spitting it out to some old couple who are sitting right next to her (the one who took off her sandals, I bet that old lady isn't gonna get any sleep tonight).
Anyway, faced with my total indifference, and the horrible longing for knowledge that this girl had, I could only think "Curiosity killed the cat". And talking about killing, accidents and bad stuff...does anyone remember (if I told him/her) that a week before I left, I had a nightmare with a raven? Because I DO.
Ok. This is the scene: an old man on a bicycle has been run over by the train. According to this chick, there are human, bicycle and other remains lying across and all over the rails. Hideous! Nevertheless, she's running like crazy from one side of the train to another trying to satisfy her knowledge yearning. After a while I've thought "Damn, what a pain in the ass, I'm going to have a smoke"...and there she is with two more ladies, between both wagons. Not only that, she is in first line to the show, she is on the step, leaning over every now and then and informing of what is going on. For Christ's sake honey, you have a problem and too much talking needs. BBBBBBut, on the other hand, I'd like to speak to her cause she may be French, but she speaks English as a native too.
Anyway, she's also said she thinks she heard the man was deaf. I wonder how on Earth she knows that, who did she hear it from? Buah! We’ve stopped again. We’re in a stop called Gourdon or Courdon. I don’t really know cause I can’t read it. There’s a hole in the first letter. This village is poor, filthy and desert, lost in a remote spot of South-France’s landscapes. By the way, they’re not too different from the Spanish central ones. And over all this bullshit I’ve got to pee…and I’m feeling lazy and I feel disgust to go to the loo because I almost threw up the first and last time I went, it’s been almost four hours. It smelled like shit, never better said. The truth is that doesn’t even matter. I recall having smelt worse places. The temperature in that mini-pissing-spot rose up to at least 40 degrees (bare in mind I’m trying to be precise here, if not I would claim there were 100 degrees). Right, besides the hot flush that came along and the confusion of not knowing how to breath (mouth or nose), it was full of midget mosquitoes and flies… EUHGGGG!! OMG!! Somebody, please, kill me!! There were even mosquitoes drowned in the liquid of the WC.
So, let’s continue narrating backwards the rest of the beginning of my day. Toulouse…full of pickpockets. The moment I arrived to the train station, I’ve been begged for money for the train or something like that. Yeah, sure… Of course, after the experience in Chicago, where a cheeky young man asked me for a dollar and made me buy his story (no money for train), I obviously said no to this new one.
After buying the train ticket, I’ve gone to the supermarche to buy me a sandwich that (what a bad luck, mine) left a lot to be desired. On my way to the store, a Moorish or Arab (there are loads of these) changes sidewalks to cut in front of me and address himself to me. Just as he saw my lovely face and soon after my wonderful back, he aborted the plan and crossed back to his sidewalk. So, I continue walking and I see that he’s hastening. He’s way in front of me and, every now and then, he stops and turns. I, still as a statue, I refuse to move a foot until he disappears (I was suffering from paranoia, I thought he would wait for me somewhere else or that he was trying to mislead me into not thinking he was actually chasing me).
I can’t handle it anymore. TOILETTTTT!!!
Ok…somebody condescended to clean the toilet! Probably, while the firemen were picking up, clearing and cleaning of blood the scenario and the human remains, someone was picking up the sh**, clearing the toilet of midget mosquitoes and cleaning it a bit. I’m pretty sure (trying to keep my paranoia creating scenes) they did all this because they feared that some authority that came to the criminal spot got in, saw and smelt all that crab and decided to give them a wonderful fine. In consequence, prosecute them for attempted murder by asphyxiation.
Uhhhh…you wanna know what? Before writing this stuff, I had it written in Spanish in a notebook. Thank God of that (me and you) because I am not writing it again. It’s disgusting. Writing disgusting stuff feels veeeery good; too good; too tempting.
Ok. When this Moorish guy disappeared I went crossed the street and I continued making my way to the store. All of a sudden, I cross a Mr and I feel how he’s turning over his feet and walking after me. And I think “Cross the street and let’s see what happens”. I halt, I prepare to cross, he passes right next to me like a rocket and crosses the freaking street! F***!!!!! I can assure you guys, I stood there with my mouth open for like a whole minute, flipping in colours. Nevertheless, I was hungry and I told myself I was only hallucinating. When I’m going in, that man is inside, but in the entrance. Top to it all, the cashier tells me to leave my luggage in a corner of the entrance. WHAT???!!! Why would you say something like that to me!!!!!??? L Hahahahahaha
Really worried, I left it there and I rushed into the shelves looking for anything. In less than 30 secs I was already with the cashier with a sandwich on my hand. Very well. I am waiting in the queue. Good. Luggage is within my field of vision. Right. The man who asked me for money at the beginning is behind the woman behind me. BLIMEY, NOOOOOOOOO!! Noooo…PARANOIA. Bigggg PARANOIA. I paid, took my luggage and buzzed out really quickly. Got to the station and ate the sandwich, and see how three policemen arrest a man and take him to the car. If it wasn’t for the weird walking way this man had, back hand-cuffed, I wouldn’t even had noticed, because they were walking, just walking, as if they were walking Ms Daisy.
I need to put on my flip-flops. Too hot, and the girl is telling the story again to somebody in her cell.
Oh…how sweet! I’m in my flip-flops and on my tank top.
Bufff…
Anyway, they took him away. After some minutes, a new one arrives and turns the corner. He sees me and comes right to me, begs me for money. I refuse politely and he goes. I’m sorry.
Fed up, I go to a magazine store and buy me a magazine. Then, went to a terrace of a not very nice bar-restaurant and got a diet coke (I don’t drink anything that it’s not DIET COKE… or water. I’m addicted to it. My classmates know). 3 hours to drink my coke. To make the time pass quicker, I read everything that was readable in the magazine. When the time arrived I wasn’t even in the middle of it.
And you know the rest…oh! OH! No!! I get up…NO! Ok. We have to continue with my paranoia. There wasn’t enough space in the terrace so a lot of strangers just sat about wherever they found a free chair. Strangers sat with strangers, and I wasn’t gonna be less. At first, it was cool. The first Ms came, then went off. The second woman came…oh! No! The thing is…of for Christ’s sake. Let’s rewind a bit. When the second Moorish begged me for money and I said “no”, he went to a guy that also refused his proposal, when…what do you know? A good Samarithan (Moorish) comes into action from nowhere and gives him some money like “Hey, I was walking by, heard you needed some money…here, let me help you out!” Coincidence??? I DON’T THINK SO.
When the second woman came to sit next to me (she was Moorish too), it didn’t bothered me at all. Suddenly, she started to try to have a normal conversation with me, as in asking me questions and trying to be nice to me and stuff. I wasn’t very enthusiastic about having a conversation with a stranger so my answers were short and nice. She even offered me smokes for all heavens! IN FRANCE!! People don’t offer smokes to strangers in France. If they are extremely cheeky, they’ll ask a stranger if they can have one. So, “no, thanks. I’ve already got, thank you”. And then, from the side of my eye I see how she turns her head and looks somewhere. When I lifted my head an old man (Moorish, if I may say), just passed from looking at her to looking at me. PARANOIA. I stayed there as long as I could. Where was I supposed to go? She left. Soon, my time came and I took all my stuff and left. As I was leaving, I notice that the old man was waving hi at me saying…stupid stuff that I couldn’t even get to hear because I was a bit terrified and had already rushed into the station. After all this, you already know: weird but nice girl, horrible WC, a dead man…
Well, you all take really good care of yourselves now.
Special kisses and hugs to baby-smurf, dreamer-smurf and angry-smurf.
And a special kiss and hug too to a new smurf that may read this anytime soon. Take good care of you. Hope I can speak 2 u soon.
Poet-smurf
Right, it’s 9pm and the sun waves goodbye far away. The differences is that from here, you can see a beautiful sun, warm and cosy that waves goodbye while hiding behind the mountains and the green; drawing the last orange, yellow and green reflects in the river. Once in Limoges, everything got better. Even the place was better than all that I had seen up to there that day. The sunset dyes orange some loose leaves in the trees and makes funny postcards. The river flows gently during some stretches and really angry in others. The frondosity is such that sometimes you lose sight of the river. Trees are as tall as the moon. We’ve let behind the civilised world (whose name is not very appropriate, personally) to enter the heart of the department of Correze, South France. The rustic world, the wild world. I can sight every now and then trees with orange spots on them. And all of a sudden the green opens to let space to an amazingly beautiful village, full of trees, full of green, with a river and bridges, docks in the facades of some houses, a church on a little hill…a village so beautiful, you can’t do anything but stare. It is one of those moments in which you feel obliged to stop everything you were doing just to contemplate everything you can get sight of as the train, indifferent, leaves it behind.
I see myself reflected on the window, even I look more beautiful, calm and peaceful. The civilised world is mad: and the rustic world is prairies of quietness, peacefulness, rivers of glory and idyllic postcards. Old cosy stone houses that seem drawn out of a tale. All of a sudden, a wall. A wrinkled, irregular stone wall is suddenly erected in front of the windows of the train. A hole made just to fit the train, just for the train.
The last rays of sun cross as if they were being shot to the clouds and the sky from their bed in the horizon.
I don’t smell awful anymore, I’m not hungry anymore…this train is great. Just in case, I won’t do a visit to the WCs, just in case they’re also horrible and they deceive me.
Blimey, when they say Frenchmen are skanks (thanks to my new friends who teach me well English), they’re talking about civilised people, not the ones from the countryside. These people are great. The countryside is awesome, beautiful and clean; very well kept. People in the wagon are normal.
…and…toilets are clean. Yey!!! Hahahahahaha
Thanks to everyone that has read up to here, I know it’s been long and that my writing can be confusing sometimes…but it’s just my style.
BYEEEEE
Right, I'm in a train to Limoges where I am to transfer to another train and keep on making my own way to camp. I am not gonna do it... for now. And don't think it's because I've fallen in love and I've decided to leave it all aside and escape hand-holded with an astonishing beautiful young man. NO. The train in which I am travelling has run over a man. I don't really know why nor how, all I know is what I hear from a girl sitting right in front of me, I repeat: a girl, a young girl. As I said, she's just in front of me and if it wasn't because she says every now and then "Oh...it's such a pity!", "Oh! What a tragedy!" I would swear she finds the situation entertaining, plus that she feels relaxed 'cause she can now cross out from her "Things to do" list the following willings: to witness an accident, to be in situ in an accident.
And thank God they've given us some water... I was famished and dehydrated. Now, I'm only famished (as Javi well says). The truth is I also feel my clothes are stuck to my skin and my feet start to smell (it's really warm and the granny beside me has taken off her sandals, why shouldn't I?)
OH! Let's keep on with the run-over-by-a-train-man issue (let him rest in peace). The bloody girl is worse than an old woman. She has found out everything. And when I say everything, I mean everything. Not pleased with swallowing some not very agreeable information, she's spitting it out to some old couple who are sitting right next to her (the one who took off her sandals, I bet that old lady isn't gonna get any sleep tonight).
Anyway, faced with my total indifference, and the horrible longing for knowledge that this girl had, I could only think "Curiosity killed the cat". And talking about killing, accidents and bad stuff...does anyone remember (if I told him/her) that a week before I left, I had a nightmare with a raven? Because I DO.
Ok. This is the scene: an old man on a bicycle has been run over by the train. According to this chick, there are human, bicycle and other remains lying across and all over the rails. Hideous! Nevertheless, she's running like crazy from one side of the train to another trying to satisfy her knowledge yearning. After a while I've thought "Damn, what a pain in the ass, I'm going to have a smoke"...and there she is with two more ladies, between both wagons. Not only that, she is in first line to the show, she is on the step, leaning over every now and then and informing of what is going on. For Christ's sake honey, you have a problem and too much talking needs. BBBBBBut, on the other hand, I'd like to speak to her cause she may be French, but she speaks English as a native too.
Anyway, she's also said she thinks she heard the man was deaf. I wonder how on Earth she knows that, who did she hear it from? Buah! We’ve stopped again. We’re in a stop called Gourdon or Courdon. I don’t really know cause I can’t read it. There’s a hole in the first letter. This village is poor, filthy and desert, lost in a remote spot of South-France’s landscapes. By the way, they’re not too different from the Spanish central ones. And over all this bullshit I’ve got to pee…and I’m feeling lazy and I feel disgust to go to the loo because I almost threw up the first and last time I went, it’s been almost four hours. It smelled like shit, never better said. The truth is that doesn’t even matter. I recall having smelt worse places. The temperature in that mini-pissing-spot rose up to at least 40 degrees (bare in mind I’m trying to be precise here, if not I would claim there were 100 degrees). Right, besides the hot flush that came along and the confusion of not knowing how to breath (mouth or nose), it was full of midget mosquitoes and flies… EUHGGGG!! OMG!! Somebody, please, kill me!! There were even mosquitoes drowned in the liquid of the WC.
So, let’s continue narrating backwards the rest of the beginning of my day. Toulouse…full of pickpockets. The moment I arrived to the train station, I’ve been begged for money for the train or something like that. Yeah, sure… Of course, after the experience in Chicago, where a cheeky young man asked me for a dollar and made me buy his story (no money for train), I obviously said no to this new one.
After buying the train ticket, I’ve gone to the supermarche to buy me a sandwich that (what a bad luck, mine) left a lot to be desired. On my way to the store, a Moorish or Arab (there are loads of these) changes sidewalks to cut in front of me and address himself to me. Just as he saw my lovely face and soon after my wonderful back, he aborted the plan and crossed back to his sidewalk. So, I continue walking and I see that he’s hastening. He’s way in front of me and, every now and then, he stops and turns. I, still as a statue, I refuse to move a foot until he disappears (I was suffering from paranoia, I thought he would wait for me somewhere else or that he was trying to mislead me into not thinking he was actually chasing me).
I can’t handle it anymore. TOILETTTTT!!!
Ok…somebody condescended to clean the toilet! Probably, while the firemen were picking up, clearing and cleaning of blood the scenario and the human remains, someone was picking up the sh**, clearing the toilet of midget mosquitoes and cleaning it a bit. I’m pretty sure (trying to keep my paranoia creating scenes) they did all this because they feared that some authority that came to the criminal spot got in, saw and smelt all that crab and decided to give them a wonderful fine. In consequence, prosecute them for attempted murder by asphyxiation.
Uhhhh…you wanna know what? Before writing this stuff, I had it written in Spanish in a notebook. Thank God of that (me and you) because I am not writing it again. It’s disgusting. Writing disgusting stuff feels veeeery good; too good; too tempting.
Ok. When this Moorish guy disappeared I went crossed the street and I continued making my way to the store. All of a sudden, I cross a Mr and I feel how he’s turning over his feet and walking after me. And I think “Cross the street and let’s see what happens”. I halt, I prepare to cross, he passes right next to me like a rocket and crosses the freaking street! F***!!!!! I can assure you guys, I stood there with my mouth open for like a whole minute, flipping in colours. Nevertheless, I was hungry and I told myself I was only hallucinating. When I’m going in, that man is inside, but in the entrance. Top to it all, the cashier tells me to leave my luggage in a corner of the entrance. WHAT???!!! Why would you say something like that to me!!!!!??? L Hahahahahaha
Really worried, I left it there and I rushed into the shelves looking for anything. In less than 30 secs I was already with the cashier with a sandwich on my hand. Very well. I am waiting in the queue. Good. Luggage is within my field of vision. Right. The man who asked me for money at the beginning is behind the woman behind me. BLIMEY, NOOOOOOOOO!! Noooo…PARANOIA. Bigggg PARANOIA. I paid, took my luggage and buzzed out really quickly. Got to the station and ate the sandwich, and see how three policemen arrest a man and take him to the car. If it wasn’t for the weird walking way this man had, back hand-cuffed, I wouldn’t even had noticed, because they were walking, just walking, as if they were walking Ms Daisy.
I need to put on my flip-flops. Too hot, and the girl is telling the story again to somebody in her cell.
Oh…how sweet! I’m in my flip-flops and on my tank top.
Bufff…
Anyway, they took him away. After some minutes, a new one arrives and turns the corner. He sees me and comes right to me, begs me for money. I refuse politely and he goes. I’m sorry.
Fed up, I go to a magazine store and buy me a magazine. Then, went to a terrace of a not very nice bar-restaurant and got a diet coke (I don’t drink anything that it’s not DIET COKE… or water. I’m addicted to it. My classmates know). 3 hours to drink my coke. To make the time pass quicker, I read everything that was readable in the magazine. When the time arrived I wasn’t even in the middle of it.
And you know the rest…oh! OH! No!! I get up…NO! Ok. We have to continue with my paranoia. There wasn’t enough space in the terrace so a lot of strangers just sat about wherever they found a free chair. Strangers sat with strangers, and I wasn’t gonna be less. At first, it was cool. The first Ms came, then went off. The second woman came…oh! No! The thing is…of for Christ’s sake. Let’s rewind a bit. When the second Moorish begged me for money and I said “no”, he went to a guy that also refused his proposal, when…what do you know? A good Samarithan (Moorish) comes into action from nowhere and gives him some money like “Hey, I was walking by, heard you needed some money…here, let me help you out!” Coincidence??? I DON’T THINK SO.
When the second woman came to sit next to me (she was Moorish too), it didn’t bothered me at all. Suddenly, she started to try to have a normal conversation with me, as in asking me questions and trying to be nice to me and stuff. I wasn’t very enthusiastic about having a conversation with a stranger so my answers were short and nice. She even offered me smokes for all heavens! IN FRANCE!! People don’t offer smokes to strangers in France. If they are extremely cheeky, they’ll ask a stranger if they can have one. So, “no, thanks. I’ve already got, thank you”. And then, from the side of my eye I see how she turns her head and looks somewhere. When I lifted my head an old man (Moorish, if I may say), just passed from looking at her to looking at me. PARANOIA. I stayed there as long as I could. Where was I supposed to go? She left. Soon, my time came and I took all my stuff and left. As I was leaving, I notice that the old man was waving hi at me saying…stupid stuff that I couldn’t even get to hear because I was a bit terrified and had already rushed into the station. After all this, you already know: weird but nice girl, horrible WC, a dead man…
Well, you all take really good care of yourselves now.
Special kisses and hugs to baby-smurf, dreamer-smurf and angry-smurf.
And a special kiss and hug too to a new smurf that may read this anytime soon. Take good care of you. Hope I can speak 2 u soon.
Poet-smurf
Right, it’s 9pm and the sun waves goodbye far away. The differences is that from here, you can see a beautiful sun, warm and cosy that waves goodbye while hiding behind the mountains and the green; drawing the last orange, yellow and green reflects in the river. Once in Limoges, everything got better. Even the place was better than all that I had seen up to there that day. The sunset dyes orange some loose leaves in the trees and makes funny postcards. The river flows gently during some stretches and really angry in others. The frondosity is such that sometimes you lose sight of the river. Trees are as tall as the moon. We’ve let behind the civilised world (whose name is not very appropriate, personally) to enter the heart of the department of Correze, South France. The rustic world, the wild world. I can sight every now and then trees with orange spots on them. And all of a sudden the green opens to let space to an amazingly beautiful village, full of trees, full of green, with a river and bridges, docks in the facades of some houses, a church on a little hill…a village so beautiful, you can’t do anything but stare. It is one of those moments in which you feel obliged to stop everything you were doing just to contemplate everything you can get sight of as the train, indifferent, leaves it behind.
I see myself reflected on the window, even I look more beautiful, calm and peaceful. The civilised world is mad: and the rustic world is prairies of quietness, peacefulness, rivers of glory and idyllic postcards. Old cosy stone houses that seem drawn out of a tale. All of a sudden, a wall. A wrinkled, irregular stone wall is suddenly erected in front of the windows of the train. A hole made just to fit the train, just for the train.
The last rays of sun cross as if they were being shot to the clouds and the sky from their bed in the horizon.
I don’t smell awful anymore, I’m not hungry anymore…this train is great. Just in case, I won’t do a visit to the WCs, just in case they’re also horrible and they deceive me.
Blimey, when they say Frenchmen are skanks (thanks to my new friends who teach me well English), they’re talking about civilised people, not the ones from the countryside. These people are great. The countryside is awesome, beautiful and clean; very well kept. People in the wagon are normal.
…and…toilets are clean. Yey!!! Hahahahahaha
Thanks to everyone that has read up to here, I know it’s been long and that my writing can be confusing sometimes…but it’s just my style.
BYEEEEE
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