A Fish within my Hands

This is the place where I spent most of the summers of my life! Here I knew my very best shefriend Luchi, with whom I do still hung around when we both meet at the same city. I also had my sexual awakening, though I didn't know it was such thing...

I shared the summer time with my family: uncles & aunts, cousins, my mother, my grandparents...

We do still meet there. I don't go as often as before, now just some weekends; but much of my family does. Today it was a great day: we met almost everyone. I ate, slept a siesta, woke up, read the newspaper, went to the beach, laid down on the sand, talked a while with my cousins, made some postmodernist sand castles...

I swam along the shore. I love to do it naked, but today I didn't. Stopped swimming to talk to my cousin, who was approaching the water. In that moment a fish came and talked to me. I know he was talking to me, he had something to say. Swam all straight and touched my trunks, over and over again.
-Hey! There a fish in here --my cousin didn't want to come into the water.
I closed my hands around the fish. The fish came and kissed my hands. I moved all the way to the shore with the fish dancing within my hands. I knew the fish was from Torre del Mar and had come for me to dace a little bit with him. I showed it to my cousin, who wanted me to bring the fish home with me; but I released him. He swam up to the floor and faded away. I knew he'd returned to Torre del Mar, and I danced to wave goodbye into the sea.

Goodbye letter to HC

Nice try... but I have bad news for you: we all are rye in the rye. Also you are.

By the way, I'd never read a book that boring before. I don't care at all about your depressions and complexes: everybody have such. I don't care 'bout your intellectual doubts which seem kinda simple and antiquate. I also do hate from time to time... you know what the most? Those sonuvabitches which judge another people 'cause they don't have anything better to do. I have an idea for you: commit suicide!

I wonder if you did it at the end of the book... I'm stuck at the page one hundred and something... won't go further, by the way.

Today I'll sleep comfortably, no worries all about. Just some weed in my lungs and the certainty that we're all rye in the rye...

Heading North

    I write this sitting on a train with destination A Coruña, the city where I was born. I come right from Barcelona and before I've been in Granada (where I'm studying this year) for three days. The week before, I'd been in Valencia and before in Granada pre-again... And all of this is to head north! 

    I've finally been told, they accepted my solicitude to join the Berstein Center for Computational Neuroscience in Berlin. The next two years I'll be studying the brain from the point of view of the theories of the information. I'll live in the best city on the world!!!!!! 

    And now what? Yep, I need money... therefore I'm begging all around Spain. At interviews here and there, talking with people from many corporations, spar cashes, etc; trying to be kind to them, look well dressed, showing off my English and my German, eating some chocolate while traveling... 

    Sometimes I fall asleep on the train with my iPod music-ing me. Usually when it sounds some Radiohead stuff I kind of have some consciousness and feel the world around... but I'm so around the world that I'm unable to get through to myself anymore and forget whatwhere I'am. Sometimes, usually when some Radiohead stuff is playing I dream I'm back to there where I've never been to. 

Have you got a label?

I do.

Today I went to don blood under request (a girl called home from the center of transfusions). When I got to the place they found out (just asking) that I'm in a homosexual relationship, which automatically excluded me from donning. Doesn't matter it's a monogamous relationship and that both of us have taken proofs recently. It matters that it's a homosexual relationship.

-You have to understand: recently we found 3 positives. All homosexual men which said they'd gotten protection... Maybe a new way for the infection as oral sex...
-Well, heterosexual couples also practice oral sex.

Up to one point I can understand: it's important to keep clean the patients. I wouldn't like to receive infected blood. But when I turned around and walked away I had a second to see the doctor writing in my file "homosexual relationship" and realized I'd gotten a label. Each time I intend to don, doesn't matter if I've been without sex (which hope it doesn't happen...) or whatever, a label will show up and say "ACHTUNG: THIS GUY IS NOT LIKE EVERY ONE".

Laboratory at Home

Have you ever seen those nice experiments with materials on the surface of water forming awesome shapes when growing? They're in some way similar to those of a colonization spreading through a land. And both of these phenomena have a associated entropy, which is related to the order of particles living in our physical space...

If you wanna test all these things taking place at once, you don't need anymore a expensive laboratory under Switzerland nor a supercomputer solving equations. It's enough if you get to live with two guys from any Mediterranean island and let them take the control over your house during several months. After that, you just go back to the kitchen and take as much mesurements as you want on the greatest phenomena of the nature. You'll can see how a colony of cockroaches grows toward the kitchen's door, how the entropy on the sink increased till unbelieveble limits with filthy dishes overboilling the room; and finally, over a pan, you'll can observe how many different kind of bacteria, protozoa or fungi have spread out over the water in it forming a thin film with fractal shape like the one discussed here.

Have a nice day :D!

For free

Nice to attend a University and perceive that your efforts are appreciated. Nice to have Profs who want you to make some work on advanced topics and possibly to have them published in whatever-it's-called-that-scientific-review. Then you don't care not paying attention to your lectures, you don't care not doing the exercises for other Profs because you're going to publish something!! Amazing!! You might be useful for the world eventually.

But of course you're doing it for free: no money if you've not title yet. And you must be thanked because you have the chance, a great chance. The Prof will dispose of you as s/he wish and put and take away the work on/from you whenever s/he wants. You'll make a properly research work... indeed, the work the Prof was to make. Her/his name'll be of course the first and you may be happy if you are 3th or 4th...

Luckily, my tutor in my home university is not like that; but here, in Granada, many masters think they own the world...

The Worst of the Nightmares...

...picture yourself you wake up a Monday morning and you find yourself in a country leaded by a pro-fascist party.

Picture yourself you was living in a country with a party which modernized the infrastructures and gave money for research and for the people to learn languages. You was living in a country where actions against the financial crisis had been energetically impulsed, abetting the investments in the regional economy and ensuring the workers in case of unemployment.

Picture yourself you study abroad with scholarships given by your government and wish to revert your work in your country. Picture yourself the huge amount of people studying abroad had the impression that your country was improving up.

Picture yourself the crowd you left behind in there, who have right to vote and so they do, doesn't want any improvement, nor security against the crisis, nor scholarships for their daughters and sons... picture yourself you go to sleep thousands of kilometers far away from your home and when you wake up you are in the worst of the nightmares...