Facebook does a lot of damage (living abroad according Facebook)

- Man, your life is amazing! You rock! You have party every day!! I want to go abroad and have the same parties as you have. Phrases...all of them ever heard by people who live abroad.

Is true, there are very good moments, very good friends, big parties to remember and beautiful places to visit. Wherever you go, it's something you always will have and also the pictures from all of them of course!

All of us have at least a friend who lives abroad who upload their pictures in Facebook..and when we see the pics, we always think...woow has to be really nice to live abroad, Rome, London, Paris.. always in parties, meeting new people, new places to visit...look this picture! wow I also want to live abroad...

-Recently a good friend told me: I went abroad to be happy, not to be like...."like now"

Go out from your country doing an internship, Leonardo, Erasmus, volunteer or just to find your life is worth it, no one disputes that, but nobody said it would be easy. There are many days when you live in a cloud, everything is beautiful, party, people, trips....and about that Facebook knows a lot.

But to accomplish this situation, first you must pass other rather poor days. Days when you would take the first plane back home, days when the most repeated question is: What the hell I am doing here? I was very well in home with my family and my people, days when you don´t have money even for a cup of coffee because you don´t find job or other days when just you are so sad and don´t know exactly why... just homesick.

I don´t want to cheat anyone, all of you know that I advise you to leave your own country for your sake, to meet new people, new cultures, open your eyes and your mind to new ways of life, meet people who can give you much more than you think, and learn how to live alone (obviously language problem is already inside everything). But this does not mean it will be an easy ride, super fun and a rose bubble.

The people who is thinking to go abroad to live a new experience, do not take facebook as example, do not see friend / acquaintance´s pictures and think this is the live that you are going to have. Think that you will have good and bad days, better and even worse days.

It's a pity because we don´t have pictures about the bad moments and bad days, it's a pity to don't have a portrait about these days...when you would take a plane and you will return to your home for good, or these days when someone speaks to you and you cannot understand anything or just these days  when you go to have a beer with a friend, not because you feel like drink, just because you need someone to talk with, and to not be alone in your home thinking and thinking about your day...

Too bad when Facebook only shows the good things about the travels (sometimes excessive). It's a pity not to publish these pics when you are sad o having a bad day to advice all the people who wants to go abroad thinking that they are going to find job on the second day and they are going to have party and more party every day.

Facebook does a lot of damage

Dedicated to all those people who feel identified, and those friends who always (always!) make me reduce these days to very few.

Loves you,
The bald of Belfast.

kindness or hypocrisy?

7.30 AM

The door opens, pipip!

Cheers, bye!

I continue on my way, I take a look and I decide to stay standing due the overbooking.

Lost in my thoughts, while my head is phiysically dancing from right to left. Each time with more intensity to the point to changed my thoughts. My head stops abruptly for a moment..

Cheers, Bye!

Then I think it would be safer for me to move and find a free slot, which i visualize. Then I turn to the spot (ñiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiic) almost reaching something makes me move straight a few meters more than i desired, like a person on a saturday night with 3 more whiskies in their body...

Cheers bye! Cheers bye! cheers bye!

I grabbed the nearest stick and then i started to think in the hypocrisy or in the kindness of the people from here. I continue thinking when I don't do well my work no one come to me to say me Thanks and they don't say me bye with a big smile on their faces. Feeling panic about my own life I decide to turn on to the entrance, jumping from one stick to other ones. for finally put myself near the door. two people pass in front of me.

....Cheers bye! Cheers, bye!!

restarting the way, I gripped me the red stick when i starting to see my stop (end of the morning race!), waving by the happines produced by this image, I made an absurd error, I released the lifesaver-stick. Epic fail....suddenly He turn left and then He stomp on the brake pedal. Then I swooped to the protective glass of the driver and I stoped the hit with my hands in front of my face...

The door opens, I wanna break this fucking glass and do something crazy to him, but then who will drive the bus? The other thing I wanna do is tell him F....U...!!

As I am a really polite person, I decided to go to the exit door and pronounce:

Cheers, Good bye!!!

1 month more ( My 4th month! )

Winter is comming....

Now I know what the good of Eddard Starks felts when he said that mythical phrase...

The poor Eddar said it because (although in the book is not explained yet) I'm totally sure that sometime in his life he lived here in Belfast, and  just think the fact that we are in November (so not winter yet ) and already makes the cold that is making, believe me ... I'd be paranoid too with the arrival of the winter season.

Even with the arrival of winter and the consequent end of summer (crazy season, happiness and women with short T-shirt leaving little things to the imagination of the reader) waving distant in my memory, I begin to realize that is already my fourth month here and the things that in the beggining seemed a chimera get accustomed, now seems a normal everyday (but not really absent with some misfortunes)

I would like to say that this month it was a very easy month...but this is not true, of course I had some good  and necesarie parties, and is true that I saw very special people in my natal country, but otherwise this past month was a hard month, full of important conversations for my project, my stay here, and for my actual future plans. 

But as a great song says, is not all future time will be much better? That is my hope and the certainly thing, if all thing continues with the river flow any future time it will be much better.

Now I just wait and see what the results of this hard but worked October. full of talks, war and peace, love and unlove, and especially ILLUSION!


Hugs to you all.

Loves u, The bald of Belfast!

3 months in Belfast!!!

I was thinking in write something about this 3 months, but most of the times one image is better than 1000 words. Here there are the pictures of these 3 months in Belfast, because if I explain is not the same...

Loves you,
The bald of Belfast.