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!