Trees have roots, men have legs.

    When I first went to Germany in 2006 I didn't pack very much besides my clothes. I had a notebook where I wrote some loose impressions... it's lost now; I had exactly a pair of books that changed my mind for ever; and few things more. I can remember that I didn't pack anything like shampoo, shower gel, or toothpaste. The first night I used my flat mate's and on the second day I bought those fancy products that I had never heard of: Antischuppen Schauma, blend-a-med for my teeth (although old good Colgate existed as well), whatever. Damn, I loved Germany so much by that time!! A country I didn't know and that I was so eager to discover! Missing my usual toilet stuff was part of it, of letting me go into that strangeness. Why should I carry along such a piece of a homeland?
 
    Now I see with wonder some Erasmus students coming to Barcelona. Many of them (everyone I've met) bring along their creams and brews; hair lotions with odd names, unspeakable languages. I saw this same thing with many foreigners coming to Granada when I was living there. This seems to me like an aseptic travel abroad, don't you break that umbilical cord, don't you blur out into that expanding universe of ours... I know this is not really about that, but it's an impression that I get with such little details. Say I'm silly.
 
    However, I'm not completely rootless as yet. I didn't fucking lost my origins, they call me in the night and they still make me suffer for fucking nothing. For fucking anywhere shall be the same. I still have got some background to fucking give up. That's why I won't pack any shower stuff this time either. As I collect my clothes next Mai, as I jump into that plane. That's why I won't have a drop of nothing to clean my teeth when I arrive to the USA for the first time, and I shall rely on passersby anew. And I shall take those sands from the ground and rub them on my skin if necessary, but I don't fucking want anything from this desperately self centered culture to chase me there. I wanna breath, or discover there isn't any air worth breathing if that turns out to be.

There I go: http://www.santafe.edu/

And why not?

Today I opened my blogger account and I found this link. Yeah, about monetizing my blog and all this shite... capitalism and so on... But then I though: alright, I sometimes write reports about books I've read and maybe someone is buying this book because of my recommendation --though I don't believe anyone actually follows this blog...--. And if this happens, and the seller things that me providing the recommendation is worth some cents... what the hell: why wouldn't I take the reward? Even more, if I don't, then the seller is profiting from my comments for free...

And so, since I like a lot Amazon because they bring you the books up to the door of your home quite quickly and at very cheap prices; I decided, I'm monetizing the blog a little bit.

To be fair with my self, my future self, and my self before; I promise I'll try to find also links to freely download the 'products' --it's kind of hard for me to say that some books are just products...-- I recommend :)

Welcome to my life.

Hi no-one:

I propose to myself to write in this blog every day or every week... Right now, I guess, no one is reading these words. So I write this first entry just to convince myself that I'm doing it!

Next entry will be more interesting. Greetings to everyone.