20 of August- The first long distance Hitchhike
I woke up early and started packing my stuff.My missin today is to get rides from faro to Vila Nova do Ceira,next to Coimbra so I could camp with my friends in the wild.The fair haired girls were still asleep from the crazy night they had, so I didnt't said goodbye to them.I prepared 2 ham sandwiches and packed them too.I don't leave much outsithe of the backpack so i don't take too much time and effort to put tings back in.I said goodbye to Alex and pedro said he would take me to Olhao where the National road to Lisbon is.We went to is van where the printer he had to deliver was.I packed the backpack between the printer and the backdoor of the van, so if pedro would brake hard the printer wouldn't suffer damage.In the midle of the way to Olhao, with a fucking coincidence, we see Alex in his van job !When we got to Olhao, pedro left me in the national road, were nothing was exept lots of trucks and cars passing bye.I said goodbye and he left.I put my mp3on, wrote a huge sign saying LISBOA COIMBRA and started hitchhiking.
After 1 hour I was picked up by a nice truck driver of a white truck.It was the first time i got picked up by a trucker.He was nice.He talked about the war he was in bosnia, his job, some adventures and missadventures he had with hitchhikers.I drawed him his face and apreciated it.In the gastation, he bought me a chamurça which I apreciated too.at the midle of the way he said he got a call from his boss sayng that he wasnt going to Lisbon but Montijo, a city just in the south coast of Lisbon.I said it was ok.He droped me there and after 30 seconds I got a ride from 2 german guys on holidays here.they passed the bridge and They droped me in the station next to the highway but I really had trouble hitchhiking there.The cars were just going too fast and the sun was bright and close to my head.I asked a fat guy in the shade if he knew a better place to hitchhike."there's a bus station right over the bridge.I take the bus everyday there.you can Hitchhike there!".I got optimistic and I went to the bus station.
10 minutes hitchiking i see that the traffic is stopping, and i look backwards and i see a guy waving at me, and his truckvan his jamming the traffic!I quickly runned to him, chook his hand and put my things in the back of the van with open carriege.Now on the Highway with the windows open making a lot of noise and smoking a handmade cigarette, the cheap shades guy said:"You were lucky I gave you a ride!CArs there don't have the space to stop!I only gave you a ride because you remembered me the boring time i was there hitchhiking 10 years ago!".The guy was really cool.He worked in Lisbon but now he was going to his homeland, next were i was going.But he was droping me in a town half the way from Lisbon and Coimbra.We talked a lot.He had a long history with drugs, but now he was clean, taking metadone.We stopped at a gas station in the handicap parking space and I said to him it is better to put the backpack inside so noone steals it, but he said it's no problem as long as i keep an eye on it.
I ate a sandwich there always paranoid, looking at the van so to see if anyone wouldn't steal the bag.Sometimes it was hard because all people would get in the way.I should have put the things inside.But nothing happened.The guy that gave me a ride, Victor, said fuck the tool of extra 10 euros, he would give me a ride all the way to Vila Nova do Ceira because he was going to the motard festival, close, in the town of Gois!I was really lucky.I offered him a drawing of his face and he liked it very much.I smoked a joint with him and really enjoied the view of the road that passed in the forest, with the river aside with mountains, birds and clouds.Really beautifull.We arrived at Vila Nova Do Ceira and My mother, that had an house there, went to pick me up and she took me to cabril, the place they were camping.I said goodbye to her and my aunt that came with her and went to the old place were we camped 1 year ago.The place had all the trees fallen out, and they werent there.I really had a dificult time doing acrobatics on the trees and passing under the trees with my 10 kilo backpack and my tent and the liquids.But I was hearing them and I howoled like a wolf.They Howoled back.I started to make Huga Buga sonds as i got closer and closer.The first friend I see is Tomas and i gave him a big hug.They were camping in the small plateau aside from the cliff.There was Afonso there, my brother, felipe and joao.The rest of the guys were arriving tomorrow, because they got stuck in coimbra and they could get a bus. We had A crazy welcoming party in the night there, all the people around the fire singing and drinking.
Friday 27 August 2010
19 of August- Lunch with Jeová Witness
I had arranged with the girls that we would go to albufeira, but they would go by train and I by Hitchhiking.we left pedro's house at 9 o'clock.I went next to the mall at the end of faro to catch a ride to albufeira.No luck for an Hour.changed place.no luck.went back.no luck.checked the time.12:00.almost 3 hours hitchhing.I quit.
Went to the mall and bought 6 breads 6 cent each.Bought them at a automate machine isntead of the register.I only payed 6 cents.I think it was because i only put 1 in quantity.Stupid machine.1 cent a bread was what I bought. If every person could by a bread for 1 cent.World hunger was over.anyway i gave one bread to a mendicant and went walking with no destiny.now in the midle of the town, I was looking for a fresh spot i could sit my bum on and read my book. I saw a recently moaned grass and i though it was a nice spot, but it was wet covered with moisture from the new deceased grass.
I Walked a bit enjoying the city, apart from the blazing sun of the mid afternoon.Saw a green garden with benches and a football field in front of it, and aimed at a bench left of those were 2 elderly women were.As I passed the women, the smaller one said:" hi young man!Don't you want to read this papper right here?"giving me a fragile magazine with a couple of sheets on it."ok!(why not?)"I said, sitting on the same bench as them.The paper was a riligious one, from the jeova witnesses.It mentioned that all the evil deeds are caused by the devil, and that when we die, if we behave good in this life, we would go to a paradise, governed by a king, were everyone is in peace and all the animals live in peace too, the carnivores eating weed (or grass) and shit like that.I tried to ask them to justify this written right here, but they would just go with an argument in circles, sayng that the god created bible, and in the bible it proved the existence of god, therefore god exists.
They laughed at me when I talked about evolution or natural selection or other religions.They knew everything but they had only completed the 4rth gradeI tried to talk in their language, using words like devil and sin to justify that those texts were stupid, because if god was omnipotent and good It would destroy devil and his evil deeds.They wouldn't listen.Blind people with pales on their eyes it's what they are.Even If they are cured from the desiease of blindness, they are still squares that can only see in one direction.I try to get this in my favor.As I was Hungry, I asked them if an hungry guy would ask them for food, they would give it to him.They said yes then I said:"Then give me a goddam lunch because I am HUNGRY!"."You serious, young man?""Never have been more serious in my whole life!"-I said, with a pity cat look.
. The taller woman, from african decendency, said i could luch at her place, so after a while we lifted ourseves from the sin of laziness and we went to the mall.Halfway to the mall, we said goodbye to the smaller lady, because she was luching at her place.then we went to the mall to buy sausages and salt, all in a misture of mild awkward silence.
When we got to the appartment, the neighborhood friends of her started bombarding me with hostile questions, suggesting indirectly that I was there for other purpose than luching at her place.The Awkwarness and heat was rising, but after a while, they saw I was a good kid And lowered they're guards.I felt like an invader.
We were lunching with his granddaughter and sun, but the sun hadn't arrived yet.The Grandaughter was really cool, she was in arquictecture and she thought the world was fucked up, even more than her grandmother.Her son had arrived, and I got a litle bit scared because he was a tall and built up figure, with an hostile look in a bussiness suit."Hi, i'm Rui, whats your name?"-huff, he's friendly.I told him my name, than when we were lunched at the table he started asking me quastions to check me out but in the end most of the awkwardness was gone.He asked me were i was going after luch and I said I would heazd to the library, and he told me he could give me a ride there because he was visiting his wife which was at the hospital, with problems with her platelets levels.I said goodbye to Lady Aldina and her grandaughter, thanked her for the luch and headed outside with her son
.He drove me up to the library, but than I got a call from João, a couchsurfer saying If i wanted to go to a beach party in Vilamoura.I said yes and He would pick me up next to the train station.He and His girlfriend picked me up to the trainstation then we went ot vilamoura, me and him.The beach party was nice, but I wasnt to drunk to dance and a litle bit tired.We meet some of his friends there than after it we went to his house to dinner.We had a awsome dinner of strogonoff,then a nice female friend of him came and we talked a bit while listening to his friends playng guitar and portuguese guitar and singing portuguese songs.It was really nice and there was a guy which was very skilled in the portuguese guitar.They said they would go to a party in Portimao and Invited me over, but I refused and said I was too tired.They left me close from home and I said goodbye.
I was really tired so whath I though was close was a nightmare to walk through.Finnaly, when I climbed the stairs and arrivedat pedro's house, I knocked on the door and nobody awnsered.I phoned Pedro And he awnsered the phone with a loud background noise."HEY PEDRO I'M IN FRONT OF YOUR DOOR!WHERE ARE YOU?"I yelled inside his building, making a lot of fuking eco to worsen things:"I'm in downtown!come!".Shit.I was tired and now I had to walk all the way down.I had a long way to go.I walked 30 mins, passed the centre and mcdonals and went to the main downtown area, but I didnt saw them.I texted pedro again and he said"Go to mcdonals!".Ho great.More 500 hundred meter sleepwalking zombie style with half of the brain turned on and i managed to get to the back door of macdonalds.After a while I see Pedro, and behind him his jenifer, saturated in alcool.I went partiying with them and i had a good time, even though i was seated and half asleep half of the time.The returnning home was not so bad now because I was drunk and had company.I slept like a baby in the room where the girls were.
I had arranged with the girls that we would go to albufeira, but they would go by train and I by Hitchhiking.we left pedro's house at 9 o'clock.I went next to the mall at the end of faro to catch a ride to albufeira.No luck for an Hour.changed place.no luck.went back.no luck.checked the time.12:00.almost 3 hours hitchhing.I quit.
Went to the mall and bought 6 breads 6 cent each.Bought them at a automate machine isntead of the register.I only payed 6 cents.I think it was because i only put 1 in quantity.Stupid machine.1 cent a bread was what I bought. If every person could by a bread for 1 cent.World hunger was over.anyway i gave one bread to a mendicant and went walking with no destiny.now in the midle of the town, I was looking for a fresh spot i could sit my bum on and read my book. I saw a recently moaned grass and i though it was a nice spot, but it was wet covered with moisture from the new deceased grass.
I Walked a bit enjoying the city, apart from the blazing sun of the mid afternoon.Saw a green garden with benches and a football field in front of it, and aimed at a bench left of those were 2 elderly women were.As I passed the women, the smaller one said:" hi young man!Don't you want to read this papper right here?"giving me a fragile magazine with a couple of sheets on it."ok!(why not?)"I said, sitting on the same bench as them.The paper was a riligious one, from the jeova witnesses.It mentioned that all the evil deeds are caused by the devil, and that when we die, if we behave good in this life, we would go to a paradise, governed by a king, were everyone is in peace and all the animals live in peace too, the carnivores eating weed (or grass) and shit like that.I tried to ask them to justify this written right here, but they would just go with an argument in circles, sayng that the god created bible, and in the bible it proved the existence of god, therefore god exists.
They laughed at me when I talked about evolution or natural selection or other religions.They knew everything but they had only completed the 4rth gradeI tried to talk in their language, using words like devil and sin to justify that those texts were stupid, because if god was omnipotent and good It would destroy devil and his evil deeds.They wouldn't listen.Blind people with pales on their eyes it's what they are.Even If they are cured from the desiease of blindness, they are still squares that can only see in one direction.I try to get this in my favor.As I was Hungry, I asked them if an hungry guy would ask them for food, they would give it to him.They said yes then I said:"Then give me a goddam lunch because I am HUNGRY!"."You serious, young man?""Never have been more serious in my whole life!"-I said, with a pity cat look.
. The taller woman, from african decendency, said i could luch at her place, so after a while we lifted ourseves from the sin of laziness and we went to the mall.Halfway to the mall, we said goodbye to the smaller lady, because she was luching at her place.then we went to the mall to buy sausages and salt, all in a misture of mild awkward silence.
When we got to the appartment, the neighborhood friends of her started bombarding me with hostile questions, suggesting indirectly that I was there for other purpose than luching at her place.The Awkwarness and heat was rising, but after a while, they saw I was a good kid And lowered they're guards.I felt like an invader.
We were lunching with his granddaughter and sun, but the sun hadn't arrived yet.The Grandaughter was really cool, she was in arquictecture and she thought the world was fucked up, even more than her grandmother.Her son had arrived, and I got a litle bit scared because he was a tall and built up figure, with an hostile look in a bussiness suit."Hi, i'm Rui, whats your name?"-huff, he's friendly.I told him my name, than when we were lunched at the table he started asking me quastions to check me out but in the end most of the awkwardness was gone.He asked me were i was going after luch and I said I would heazd to the library, and he told me he could give me a ride there because he was visiting his wife which was at the hospital, with problems with her platelets levels.I said goodbye to Lady Aldina and her grandaughter, thanked her for the luch and headed outside with her son
.He drove me up to the library, but than I got a call from João, a couchsurfer saying If i wanted to go to a beach party in Vilamoura.I said yes and He would pick me up next to the train station.He and His girlfriend picked me up to the trainstation then we went ot vilamoura, me and him.The beach party was nice, but I wasnt to drunk to dance and a litle bit tired.We meet some of his friends there than after it we went to his house to dinner.We had a awsome dinner of strogonoff,then a nice female friend of him came and we talked a bit while listening to his friends playng guitar and portuguese guitar and singing portuguese songs.It was really nice and there was a guy which was very skilled in the portuguese guitar.They said they would go to a party in Portimao and Invited me over, but I refused and said I was too tired.They left me close from home and I said goodbye.
I was really tired so whath I though was close was a nightmare to walk through.Finnaly, when I climbed the stairs and arrivedat pedro's house, I knocked on the door and nobody awnsered.I phoned Pedro And he awnsered the phone with a loud background noise."HEY PEDRO I'M IN FRONT OF YOUR DOOR!WHERE ARE YOU?"I yelled inside his building, making a lot of fuking eco to worsen things:"I'm in downtown!come!".Shit.I was tired and now I had to walk all the way down.I had a long way to go.I walked 30 mins, passed the centre and mcdonals and went to the main downtown area, but I didnt saw them.I texted pedro again and he said"Go to mcdonals!".Ho great.More 500 hundred meter sleepwalking zombie style with half of the brain turned on and i managed to get to the back door of macdonalds.After a while I see Pedro, and behind him his jenifer, saturated in alcool.I went partiying with them and i had a good time, even though i was seated and half asleep half of the time.The returnning home was not so bad now because I was drunk and had company.I slept like a baby in the room where the girls were.
Thursday 19 August 2010
18 of august
Me,the L.A. couple anna and jeniffer went to the bus which was taking the couple to the airport and we to the island beach in Faro.We said goodbye to them and got off in the next stop.The day was really sunny, but not too hot, with a wonderful beach with a light breeze from the ocean.Fuck yeah!they really loved it, it was the first time these two blondes swam in the ocean that separated their continents.For me it was a nice sunny day with good company.Jennifer loks like an angel from the outside, but she had some good recreational experiences to tell.
I was sleepy at some point in time and when I woke up in the sun i was red like tomato.SHHHHit.It will hurt tomorrow I guess.We got out off the beach and jen offered me a peach for being a good tourist guide.I convinced them to hitchhicke and we got a ride from a car which was stopped in the red signal to cross the brige.They were a nice couple of former portuguese hitchhikers, the woman being very pale, dont know why.
I went with them to buy some wine and fruit and again we had a really deliceous from the leftovers of yesterday.
Me,the L.A. couple anna and jeniffer went to the bus which was taking the couple to the airport and we to the island beach in Faro.We said goodbye to them and got off in the next stop.The day was really sunny, but not too hot, with a wonderful beach with a light breeze from the ocean.Fuck yeah!they really loved it, it was the first time these two blondes swam in the ocean that separated their continents.For me it was a nice sunny day with good company.Jennifer loks like an angel from the outside, but she had some good recreational experiences to tell.
I was sleepy at some point in time and when I woke up in the sun i was red like tomato.SHHHHit.It will hurt tomorrow I guess.We got out off the beach and jen offered me a peach for being a good tourist guide.I convinced them to hitchhicke and we got a ride from a car which was stopped in the red signal to cross the brige.They were a nice couple of former portuguese hitchhikers, the woman being very pale, dont know why.
I went with them to buy some wine and fruit and again we had a really deliceous from the leftovers of yesterday.
17 of august
I had arranged with Madalena and the german couple that they would pick me up in the centre at 8 oclock to go to the beach..I woke up at 15 to 8 and swallowed the breakfast and run like i wont run to a class on a shoolday, arriving to the center at 8:07.I waited an hour there.Shit.She left because she had a fucking british pontuality.Fuck it.Went to the library and had a good time there, napping in the park too.
There were four more people sleeping at pedro's house today-A couple from L.A. and a ucranean girl and another from texas that arrived later that day. We had a nice dinner with nice wine in the table,and alex cooked some pasta extremely well. spent the end of the day tired, but satisfied and with good company.
I had arranged with Madalena and the german couple that they would pick me up in the centre at 8 oclock to go to the beach..I woke up at 15 to 8 and swallowed the breakfast and run like i wont run to a class on a shoolday, arriving to the center at 8:07.I waited an hour there.Shit.She left because she had a fucking british pontuality.Fuck it.Went to the library and had a good time there, napping in the park too.
There were four more people sleeping at pedro's house today-A couple from L.A. and a ucranean girl and another from texas that arrived later that day. We had a nice dinner with nice wine in the table,and alex cooked some pasta extremely well. spent the end of the day tired, but satisfied and with good company.
Tuesday 17 August 2010
16 of August
I woke up at 8 because pedro and alex had to work(monday for them :( ).Pedro lended me the book Into the Wild to read and So I went with escorted him to his job then headed to the library .The Library was closed, but I was lucky because the only park in faro was just next of the library.It was a nice park, full of caged birds, tortoises, peackoks, and the fucking flying rats-pigeons.I don't get why people feed pigeons.They are just feeding this eating machine that flies and poos in your head once in a while, just for fun or when it feels heavy.And they spread deseases, they're fuckin ugly and they vandalise statues with their acid shit.Anyway, it was a nice park and i stayed there reading the book.I got sleepy after a while, so i slep like to hours on a park's bench.
A bit after i woke up,It was a nice surprise to see the german couple from the cs meeting in the park.They invited me to go with them to the centre of the town and i said ok.then we went to the mall, wich was suprisingly cool and open air.
After a while we were a bit hungry, so they went to some restaurants to bring the food to a table outside, and i withraw a triple sandwich i already had made for this effect.we talked about our childhood and our dreams.It was interesting.Then we walked all the way back to madalena's place, the nice lady which was hosting them.Madalena invited me to go with them and Nataly,a english teacher from britanny.We went to olhao and estoui, two villages around Faro.We had a nice day.Than Madalena Ivited us to dinner.We had such a delicious Octupus with wrice.We talked a bit in the living room than madalena and the german couple, natascha and daniel went to bring us, nataly and me, to our respective hosts.I said goodbye to natalie and i went to pedro's place, where we played a bit of guitar hero and whatched the doors's movie before went to bed.
I woke up at 8 because pedro and alex had to work(monday for them :( ).Pedro lended me the book Into the Wild to read and So I went with escorted him to his job then headed to the library .The Library was closed, but I was lucky because the only park in faro was just next of the library.It was a nice park, full of caged birds, tortoises, peackoks, and the fucking flying rats-pigeons.I don't get why people feed pigeons.They are just feeding this eating machine that flies and poos in your head once in a while, just for fun or when it feels heavy.And they spread deseases, they're fuckin ugly and they vandalise statues with their acid shit.Anyway, it was a nice park and i stayed there reading the book.I got sleepy after a while, so i slep like to hours on a park's bench.
A bit after i woke up,It was a nice surprise to see the german couple from the cs meeting in the park.They invited me to go with them to the centre of the town and i said ok.then we went to the mall, wich was suprisingly cool and open air.
After a while we were a bit hungry, so they went to some restaurants to bring the food to a table outside, and i withraw a triple sandwich i already had made for this effect.we talked about our childhood and our dreams.It was interesting.Then we walked all the way back to madalena's place, the nice lady which was hosting them.Madalena invited me to go with them and Nataly,a english teacher from britanny.We went to olhao and estoui, two villages around Faro.We had a nice day.Than Madalena Ivited us to dinner.We had such a delicious Octupus with wrice.We talked a bit in the living room than madalena and the german couple, natascha and daniel went to bring us, nataly and me, to our respective hosts.I said goodbye to natalie and i went to pedro's place, where we played a bit of guitar hero and whatched the doors's movie before went to bed.
15 of August
I woke up with a exploded back pain.this night was the last one i could be in rita's place so i started to cal joao, which said that he was going to see david gueta and then i called pedro, which said that there was going to be a cs gathering right in a coffe near rita's place.
I was there and I met a lot of nice and interesting people.We break the world record of the largest cs meeting ever in algarve, with an astouding number of 22 people.
We went to this restaurant"francesinhas do norte"near the tennis court in the perifery of Faro.there was this finish girl which was fuckin hot, it was like the girlfriend of the doctor from lost, but blonde.Man I got to go to Finland.We had to wait a lot, but in the end they served us with the portuguese big mac of big macs, a huge "french girl" the francesinha - sandwich with eggs,cheese, bread, pork meat, beef meat, sausages , more meat and covered in a delicious and a bit spicy sauce, with chips on it.Man and i payed 8,5 for it.wait 7 euros, because the guy gave my change twice.I felt bad.But it was the only money i've spended in Algarve so far.
Pedro said I could sleep in his house, so I went back to rita's with Alex (Pedro's roomate)to get my stuff.I said goodbye to them and to a swedish guy which knew portuguese which i met in the cs meeting.
I woke up with a exploded back pain.this night was the last one i could be in rita's place so i started to cal joao, which said that he was going to see david gueta and then i called pedro, which said that there was going to be a cs gathering right in a coffe near rita's place.
I was there and I met a lot of nice and interesting people.We break the world record of the largest cs meeting ever in algarve, with an astouding number of 22 people.
We went to this restaurant"francesinhas do norte"near the tennis court in the perifery of Faro.there was this finish girl which was fuckin hot, it was like the girlfriend of the doctor from lost, but blonde.Man I got to go to Finland.We had to wait a lot, but in the end they served us with the portuguese big mac of big macs, a huge "french girl" the francesinha - sandwich with eggs,cheese, bread, pork meat, beef meat, sausages , more meat and covered in a delicious and a bit spicy sauce, with chips on it.Man and i payed 8,5 for it.wait 7 euros, because the guy gave my change twice.I felt bad.But it was the only money i've spended in Algarve so far.
Pedro said I could sleep in his house, so I went back to rita's with Alex (Pedro's roomate)to get my stuff.I said goodbye to them and to a swedish guy which knew portuguese which i met in the cs meeting.
14 of august.
We arrive at vilamoura at 9 to a nice condom with pool and everything.
"hey I wanna go to the pool!"
"you have to go quick my son,it closes in 10 mins!"
I went to the house,put my things quietly in a corner then went to the pool.
Its a very pleasant thing when you go swimming at night while tired.
the pool man was packing the beach benches and said in a funny voice-"oh!I will put chlorine in the water!, better get out!".I pleasantly insulted the man and send it to hell.I kept bathing for a good 20 mins more.the stupid guy doesnt get that the water has already cholride in it, and that more wont do any diference because its almost saturated with it.I went back to the house and had a good time there talking with my family, updating the news.
Than moma and aunta and I went checking the aplication online for the university.I applied myself for archictecture course on 4 diferent places in portugal, 2 in Lisbon, and I applied for managing course and put that option in the end.I didnt care too much for this application stuff.I quickly done it and thats it.But i got scared when i saw the glow in my mother's eyes.fff.ok.It will be all alright in the end.(I hope so.)In the mosring my mother and my brother took me to faro, and i packed the thigs off the car and said good bye to them and went in the middle of the street like a Valet so my mom could unpark the car.I stopped the cars and off she goes.I texted rita and meet her in a cafe with her friends, ricardo.We had a sweet day sighseeingh faro and going to a games pub to play darts, billiards and cards.After dinner Me and rita smoked some shisha from this huge shisha she had brought from granada.We had a nice time talking.
We arrive at vilamoura at 9 to a nice condom with pool and everything.
"hey I wanna go to the pool!"
"you have to go quick my son,it closes in 10 mins!"
I went to the house,put my things quietly in a corner then went to the pool.
Its a very pleasant thing when you go swimming at night while tired.
the pool man was packing the beach benches and said in a funny voice-"oh!I will put chlorine in the water!, better get out!".I pleasantly insulted the man and send it to hell.I kept bathing for a good 20 mins more.the stupid guy doesnt get that the water has already cholride in it, and that more wont do any diference because its almost saturated with it.I went back to the house and had a good time there talking with my family, updating the news.
Than moma and aunta and I went checking the aplication online for the university.I applied myself for archictecture course on 4 diferent places in portugal, 2 in Lisbon, and I applied for managing course and put that option in the end.I didnt care too much for this application stuff.I quickly done it and thats it.But i got scared when i saw the glow in my mother's eyes.fff.ok.It will be all alright in the end.(I hope so.)In the mosring my mother and my brother took me to faro, and i packed the thigs off the car and said good bye to them and went in the middle of the street like a Valet so my mom could unpark the car.I stopped the cars and off she goes.I texted rita and meet her in a cafe with her friends, ricardo.We had a sweet day sighseeingh faro and going to a games pub to play darts, billiards and cards.After dinner Me and rita smoked some shisha from this huge shisha she had brought from granada.We had a nice time talking.
13 of August
My mother called sayng she was going in lisbon today, because someone she knew had died and she was attending the funeral, and she said she could give me a ride to faro tomorrow.No problemo!
I went to school to treat some stupid bureocracy- I have to go to place A to ask for a papper in place B which is just next of place A-pay 10 cents for the papper, writte information they already have and return to place A to check the paper and give me another to do the same.lol fuck this!nobody is thinking!
when I return hokme from this buro-party I was happy to see my family when I got home with slight traces of hangover in my mind.
Pack my things and WHOOHWOOO!!
Family hitchhicking to Algarve!
She said that I had to apply myself for the university first in the place they were staying in Vilamoura.Ok! Right-o boss!"But then you will take me to Faro ok?""ok, sun.".
My mother called sayng she was going in lisbon today, because someone she knew had died and she was attending the funeral, and she said she could give me a ride to faro tomorrow.No problemo!
I went to school to treat some stupid bureocracy- I have to go to place A to ask for a papper in place B which is just next of place A-pay 10 cents for the papper, writte information they already have and return to place A to check the paper and give me another to do the same.lol fuck this!nobody is thinking!
when I return hokme from this buro-party I was happy to see my family when I got home with slight traces of hangover in my mind.
Pack my things and WHOOHWOOO!!
Family hitchhicking to Algarve!
She said that I had to apply myself for the university first in the place they were staying in Vilamoura.Ok! Right-o boss!"But then you will take me to Faro ok?""ok, sun.".
I woke up at 7 oclock and took the metro home.when I got home I slep for a bit more and woke up in the afternoon .I was feeling strange.I was feeling alone in that empty house.I think it was the first time I was really feeling lonely in my own house.I had a feeling that the world had abondoned me.every person,every place, every mind, just looking at themselves,just walking their paths,with flaps in their eyes.That day I was really depresed.So I went to visit my friend Flip.He had a polish couple there he met on the internet.
We spent time there around his dinning table talking about polish history, portuguese architecture , with dark circles in the eyes and random eye socket placements.
Felipe invited me to go to cascais to show them around.But I denied saying I was tired.
I woke up the next day feeling this emptiness inside me .As I was drinking and eating my launch i got a mensage from polona, sayng she was in barce, and she was missing me already and i could go to slovenija for sure.A minute later I got a mensage from an old friend, tota, asking about what i were and what i was doing.We arranged a launch the next day.My emptiness was sudently being filled inside.I talk to everyone in lisbon, which were few, to make a party to say goodbye.Tota couldnt have lauch with me, so we transformed the lauch to a dinner, I went to her place with a good friebnd tomas,and I prepared a spaguetti a la bolonhesa.After a fulffiling ok dinner and a bit of drinks, felipe and gill arrived.We went to tota's father's place and began the "party" there.we had a wild crazy old style party there.Tota fell asleep on the sofa and we let her and went to BP, as alwasy after drinking or smoking, to eat some paprika pringles and buy ice tea.As usual too, Luis dominguez was there.Through the glass barried of the night service of the gasstation, I said Luis had been there many times to give us the luxury we don't deserve.I said that I was going on a trip through europe and i said goodbye to him.He whished me good luck and warned me to some dangers I could enconter.I ended the night sleeping in felipe's house with the sweetscented bed of felipe's beautiful sister.It was even better if she would have been there, isntead of the drunked friend snoring besides me.
We spent time there around his dinning table talking about polish history, portuguese architecture , with dark circles in the eyes and random eye socket placements.
Felipe invited me to go to cascais to show them around.But I denied saying I was tired.
I woke up the next day feeling this emptiness inside me .As I was drinking and eating my launch i got a mensage from polona, sayng she was in barce, and she was missing me already and i could go to slovenija for sure.A minute later I got a mensage from an old friend, tota, asking about what i were and what i was doing.We arranged a launch the next day.My emptiness was sudently being filled inside.I talk to everyone in lisbon, which were few, to make a party to say goodbye.Tota couldnt have lauch with me, so we transformed the lauch to a dinner, I went to her place with a good friebnd tomas,and I prepared a spaguetti a la bolonhesa.After a fulffiling ok dinner and a bit of drinks, felipe and gill arrived.We went to tota's father's place and began the "party" there.we had a wild crazy old style party there.Tota fell asleep on the sofa and we let her and went to BP, as alwasy after drinking or smoking, to eat some paprika pringles and buy ice tea.As usual too, Luis dominguez was there.Through the glass barried of the night service of the gasstation, I said Luis had been there many times to give us the luxury we don't deserve.I said that I was going on a trip through europe and i said goodbye to him.He whished me good luck and warned me to some dangers I could enconter.I ended the night sleeping in felipe's house with the sweetscented bed of felipe's beautiful sister.It was even better if she would have been there, isntead of the drunked friend snoring besides me.
Sunday 15 August 2010
10 of august
Me and a german girl arrived at 7 rios in lisbon by hitchhicking.She wanted to go to the north, but she didnt know where to hitchhicke so i said to her to come to my place so that she can check the internet.We went to the zoo but only saw the expo which were free-the crocodiles next to mcdonalds.
We went to my house by bus and I made tuna with beans and she loved it.Then she went to north o portugal and I said good-bye to her.
I went to nuno's place to say hi to him.He invited me to smoke with him next to the 25 of April bridje and i said ok.I sended a mensage to Ziva to ask her where was the squat house.She said it was near cabo Ruivo, expo. Fuck.That far?no problem. I went to the Metro station, but because of my actual state of highness, I missed the stop where i should exit.No problem.I had a fun time apreciating a sculpture on the last stop of the subway then went back again.I went up the big street as she said then turned left to another big street.it was like 20:00.Dark as hell.Me alone and no one in the street.only black cars passing by.I was feeling a bit scared a bit and tired from the travel.But at the same time I was exited to go to the party at the squat house.As I started walking downards the big street I started to see more and nmore abandoned industrial buildings with graffiti on them and broken windows,But no,one with lights and yellow."when you see a small street turn left".
Must be this one.
As i walk the street I begin to hear the dogs barking.After that i see shades of people.than a litle light from a Fireplace and people sitting in sofas outside the complex."hey guys!"-i said ,uneasy,because I was not sure that those were the hitchickers i knew."HI!"-I get the awsnser back."Hey, I took a bit long because....i smoked a spliff first you know?"-than everyone discomposed themselfs in laughts.I still could see shit.I seated next to what i though was polona.As My eyes were adapting to the surrondings i could start to see the faces.Polona, the belgium guy, ziva, felix, the 2 austriac Stephans and the other people living there.There was wine in the table and food.there was only one spoon and polona gave me the food herself, like i was a litle baby.I drank a bit then after a moment there was a stiff but calm party.At 3 am I was a bit sleepy and I said that I would go to bed.The building was an huge industrial complex .It looked like some house from fallout occupied by punks.the door entrance of the squat was pulled horizontally, to reveal an anarcho style house, with beer botles as furniture in the first floor, graffiti as a wallpaper and white concrete as a floor.I climbed up the stairs.In the second floor i saw a nice living room and and an untidy kitchen.I kept climbing.some levels were empty.finally ,after 6 floors I reached the flat roof.It was midle of the summer in portugal, but it was nor hot nor cold to sleep outside.I asked one of the stephans for a sleeping bag, and I beggan to prepare my bed.I put a carpet under the sleeping bag to serve me as a matress.Polona climbed up and said she had to leave because she had to catch a plane to Barcelona.We gave each other a warmth hug, And I ,a bit drunk, asked her where she was going, what will sh do in eslovenjia and other stuff."Just shut up.".She hug me harder then left.I slept like a baby that night.
Me and a german girl arrived at 7 rios in lisbon by hitchhicking.She wanted to go to the north, but she didnt know where to hitchhicke so i said to her to come to my place so that she can check the internet.We went to the zoo but only saw the expo which were free-the crocodiles next to mcdonalds.
We went to my house by bus and I made tuna with beans and she loved it.Then she went to north o portugal and I said good-bye to her.
I went to nuno's place to say hi to him.He invited me to smoke with him next to the 25 of April bridje and i said ok.I sended a mensage to Ziva to ask her where was the squat house.She said it was near cabo Ruivo, expo. Fuck.That far?no problem. I went to the Metro station, but because of my actual state of highness, I missed the stop where i should exit.No problem.I had a fun time apreciating a sculpture on the last stop of the subway then went back again.I went up the big street as she said then turned left to another big street.it was like 20:00.Dark as hell.Me alone and no one in the street.only black cars passing by.I was feeling a bit scared a bit and tired from the travel.But at the same time I was exited to go to the party at the squat house.As I started walking downards the big street I started to see more and nmore abandoned industrial buildings with graffiti on them and broken windows,But no,one with lights and yellow."when you see a small street turn left".
Must be this one.
As i walk the street I begin to hear the dogs barking.After that i see shades of people.than a litle light from a Fireplace and people sitting in sofas outside the complex."hey guys!"-i said ,uneasy,because I was not sure that those were the hitchickers i knew."HI!"-I get the awsnser back."Hey, I took a bit long because....i smoked a spliff first you know?"-than everyone discomposed themselfs in laughts.I still could see shit.I seated next to what i though was polona.As My eyes were adapting to the surrondings i could start to see the faces.Polona, the belgium guy, ziva, felix, the 2 austriac Stephans and the other people living there.There was wine in the table and food.there was only one spoon and polona gave me the food herself, like i was a litle baby.I drank a bit then after a moment there was a stiff but calm party.At 3 am I was a bit sleepy and I said that I would go to bed.The building was an huge industrial complex .It looked like some house from fallout occupied by punks.the door entrance of the squat was pulled horizontally, to reveal an anarcho style house, with beer botles as furniture in the first floor, graffiti as a wallpaper and white concrete as a floor.I climbed up the stairs.In the second floor i saw a nice living room and and an untidy kitchen.I kept climbing.some levels were empty.finally ,after 6 floors I reached the flat roof.It was midle of the summer in portugal, but it was nor hot nor cold to sleep outside.I asked one of the stephans for a sleeping bag, and I beggan to prepare my bed.I put a carpet under the sleeping bag to serve me as a matress.Polona climbed up and said she had to leave because she had to catch a plane to Barcelona.We gave each other a warmth hug, And I ,a bit drunk, asked her where she was going, what will sh do in eslovenjia and other stuff."Just shut up.".She hug me harder then left.I slept like a baby that night.
Saturday 14 August 2010
The next two days were all but beach and party.We went to the beach after lunch and then we ate something from dumpster diving or asking the restaurants for food they would throw away.And then we would gather around in groups of 10-15 people drinking wine and smoking till we fall aside.Drinking was plenty but splifs were rare.I remember that one night we were all drinking whisky and redwine, passing bottles and laughs and stories, and a scotish guy told me he got a ride from a morroco guy which had some ash, and he gave to him a bit.He had some left so we made 2 splifs, the last one being smoked "portuguese style"-we call it "morroca"- We get together really close and we smoke very quick with one person holding the spliff and the last person holding his breath wins.That day we laughed so fucking hard.I had never laughed like that before.I remember Rolling on the floor laughing,literaly, and I had to punch my stomack so that it would stop the expasms.I was the person who holded the breath for the longest time, and in the morning people said i Acted preetty strangely, and I remember, among few other things, to have bitten a dog and throw camping park sand to other people.
The next day at the beach I had the opportunity to meet two amazing girls:Polona, a blonde eslovenijan girl with a very acute sense of sarcasm that few girls have.When I start talking silly things, like a long story how my mom is a whore and a lesbian ,she goes along!!haha we had fun times there.I don't know why but I already miss that girl.And Simay:A brunnette turkish girl that lives in Lisbon, wich was very kind and always smilling.I told her my plans and she said she wanted to go with me, because she had nobody to go with and she had a whole year to do what she wants, just like me.She said she wanted to go to thailand, so maybe we will by hitchicking!Why not?
The last day before I left i tried to hitchhike with amylin, the turkish girl who speaks 8 languages-whe danced, we juggled ,we yealled to cars but they wouldnt pick the "super cupple".We got to the camp and and we had a huge big night before we left.the other day amylin got a ride from a truck driver and I waited a bit then i got a ride with a german girl. I think these days in sines were very good to me to free myself from a lot of prejudices I had about other people, ways of living, of behaving,etc.
The next day at the beach I had the opportunity to meet two amazing girls:Polona, a blonde eslovenijan girl with a very acute sense of sarcasm that few girls have.When I start talking silly things, like a long story how my mom is a whore and a lesbian ,she goes along!!haha we had fun times there.I don't know why but I already miss that girl.And Simay:A brunnette turkish girl that lives in Lisbon, wich was very kind and always smilling.I told her my plans and she said she wanted to go with me, because she had nobody to go with and she had a whole year to do what she wants, just like me.She said she wanted to go to thailand, so maybe we will by hitchicking!Why not?
The last day before I left i tried to hitchhike with amylin, the turkish girl who speaks 8 languages-whe danced, we juggled ,we yealled to cars but they wouldnt pick the "super cupple".We got to the camp and and we had a huge big night before we left.the other day amylin got a ride from a truck driver and I waited a bit then i got a ride with a german girl. I think these days in sines were very good to me to free myself from a lot of prejudices I had about other people, ways of living, of behaving,etc.
Thursday 12 August 2010
8 of august
My aunt said that they would pick me up for my litle sisters birthday,which was close to sines,so I didn't go with them to the beach and stayed there.I got picked up by my aunt uncle and brother.We had a nice time with my sister and her Vampire lover girly friends.I got some leftovers from the party to the hitchhickers and they loved it.I went back in time of dinner and then I had a great time with polona, ziva, chec boys siging a lot of chec songs, including yogin spagin which i knew .
My aunt said that they would pick me up for my litle sisters birthday,which was close to sines,so I didn't go with them to the beach and stayed there.I got picked up by my aunt uncle and brother.We had a nice time with my sister and her Vampire lover girly friends.I got some leftovers from the party to the hitchhickers and they loved it.I went back in time of dinner and then I had a great time with polona, ziva, chec boys siging a lot of chec songs, including yogin spagin which i knew .
7 of august
I woke up feeling like shit, with gazed red eyes from not sleeping and a brain half fully working.this feeling desapeered when some people from the camp brought a huge cardbox with bread and cakes that a bakery had throwed away.We were 70 people now, and the box was only empty in the end of the other day,it was a lot of food for 0 euro.we went to the beach and saw the sunset there.
After a beautifull vegetarian dinner from dumpster diving , we had an "workshop" about urban exploring, were you go to abandoned buildings and places and explore them.After a talk about this subject we decided to look arround sines to see the abandoned houses someone had already see. We got in a salmon colored 2 floor house from the basement.They had locked all windows and doors, but there was an opening in the entrance to the basement were it was covered by thick logs covered in oil.We got the logs out and start to go in, with our flashlights in our hands or heads.we cleaned our hands and started to explore.There was some swarms of small flyes here and there, and because I didnt had glasses I only saw huge spots in the wall and loud disturbing buzzing noises.I got scared and went away from there to the 1st floor.there were already people who had went there, there was some nice graffiti there.We saw a very disturbing thing in this floor,a gwallows rope attached to an iron hook in the ceiling.I was the perfect height for a portuguese person to climb there with a stool and then jump of.
Barry, the duch guy, citizen of the world, who had arranged this meeting, was the first to get in the staurs to the 2nd floor, and he saidhe had saw someone in the houses seeing us, so we got our lights put off.I thought this house had 2 flooors, but after this one we went to the 3rd floor adn after that we went to the roof floor.Barry said the roof was really strudy, and that was the main cause for the building to be in almost perfect conditions, in therms of structural strenght.
We explore a bit more of the town, entering in an old wine making basement were there was the greatest amount of swarms of small flyes I have ever seen.I got out of there , not even recieving a pleasent welcome or goodbye.I ate a fly or two.
then we got to the camp and we had a 5 liter wine box, so we seated down together talking and drinking, with a conversasion arousing from cicadelics and going throught politics, mentalities, filosophy, ending in human being monkeys.
I woke up feeling like shit, with gazed red eyes from not sleeping and a brain half fully working.this feeling desapeered when some people from the camp brought a huge cardbox with bread and cakes that a bakery had throwed away.We were 70 people now, and the box was only empty in the end of the other day,it was a lot of food for 0 euro.we went to the beach and saw the sunset there.
After a beautifull vegetarian dinner from dumpster diving , we had an "workshop" about urban exploring, were you go to abandoned buildings and places and explore them.After a talk about this subject we decided to look arround sines to see the abandoned houses someone had already see. We got in a salmon colored 2 floor house from the basement.They had locked all windows and doors, but there was an opening in the entrance to the basement were it was covered by thick logs covered in oil.We got the logs out and start to go in, with our flashlights in our hands or heads.we cleaned our hands and started to explore.There was some swarms of small flyes here and there, and because I didnt had glasses I only saw huge spots in the wall and loud disturbing buzzing noises.I got scared and went away from there to the 1st floor.there were already people who had went there, there was some nice graffiti there.We saw a very disturbing thing in this floor,a gwallows rope attached to an iron hook in the ceiling.I was the perfect height for a portuguese person to climb there with a stool and then jump of.
Barry, the duch guy, citizen of the world, who had arranged this meeting, was the first to get in the staurs to the 2nd floor, and he saidhe had saw someone in the houses seeing us, so we got our lights put off.I thought this house had 2 flooors, but after this one we went to the 3rd floor adn after that we went to the roof floor.Barry said the roof was really strudy, and that was the main cause for the building to be in almost perfect conditions, in therms of structural strenght.
We explore a bit more of the town, entering in an old wine making basement were there was the greatest amount of swarms of small flyes I have ever seen.I got out of there , not even recieving a pleasent welcome or goodbye.I ate a fly or two.
then we got to the camp and we had a 5 liter wine box, so we seated down together talking and drinking, with a conversasion arousing from cicadelics and going throught politics, mentalities, filosophy, ending in human being monkeys.
6 of august
I woke up early and took a bus to a stop next to the 25 april bridge in Lisbon.When i arrived there, it was fucking hot to walk and I had to do it with a 10 kilo bag in the midle of the day.But it was ok.I got to a stop before the bridge to hitchhick there.A man said I couldn't, so i started to leave.As I was leaving, a black car stopped with a lady inside it.I asked her if she would give me a ride to the gas station after the bridge and she said yes!
Weird.First time I hitchhike and ask a car, she would give me a ride!is hitchicking this easy?
I went to the gas station and waited like 8 min for a ride there, with the sign sayng "Sines".I saw 2 Pac and Fernando Menezes , two diferent Artists I really like,and I just got really happy.
When I got to Sines, there was already people from all the world there.We put our stuff in the camping park and went to the "dangerous beach".As I talked to the people,I saw that they were even more awsome then i really imagined.At night, almost everyone had arrived,we were like 65 people, and Valentina,senior hitchicker, started to guide the reunion and we started to plan what we would do for the rest of 3 days.I met a blonde portuguese guy (how weird is that?),and he said he didnt bring a tent, so i said he could sleep in mine.This night I was sober and it was the only night there I didn't sleep.
I woke up early and took a bus to a stop next to the 25 april bridge in Lisbon.When i arrived there, it was fucking hot to walk and I had to do it with a 10 kilo bag in the midle of the day.But it was ok.I got to a stop before the bridge to hitchhick there.A man said I couldn't, so i started to leave.As I was leaving, a black car stopped with a lady inside it.I asked her if she would give me a ride to the gas station after the bridge and she said yes!
Weird.First time I hitchhike and ask a car, she would give me a ride!is hitchicking this easy?
I went to the gas station and waited like 8 min for a ride there, with the sign sayng "Sines".I saw 2 Pac and Fernando Menezes , two diferent Artists I really like,and I just got really happy.
When I got to Sines, there was already people from all the world there.We put our stuff in the camping park and went to the "dangerous beach".As I talked to the people,I saw that they were even more awsome then i really imagined.At night, almost everyone had arrived,we were like 65 people, and Valentina,senior hitchicker, started to guide the reunion and we started to plan what we would do for the rest of 3 days.I met a blonde portuguese guy (how weird is that?),and he said he didnt bring a tent, so i said he could sleep in mine.This night I was sober and it was the only night there I didn't sleep.
Dirty Mud Layer
Humanity is like a mud layer that covers a big and deep lake,with a fully working ecosystem,from the algae below that create oxygen,to the hydro isnsects that feed on the algae and the mud, to the small fish who eat the insect to the big fish who prey on the small ones.This mud layer, although extremely thin, quickly doused the lake, obscuring and polluting it. And this thin mud layer thinks only because its on the surface of the lake it is superior to the other layers below it,only because it covers the water it takes the conclusion that it dominates the species below, only because it can observe and kill the ecosystems in the tiers below it becomes a thinking being with full conscience, that it’s the master of the whole lake,that it can destroy it because it speckled the air around the lake, when the reality is that without the water and ecosystem below to sustain the nauseous mud layer, it would soon dry up and stay nothing but dust in a no mans land.
But I don’t want humanity to be like a dirty mud layer, egocentric and harmful, I want to think that if we fill a cup with this mud, at first sight, for being shaken, it looks completely filthy(not mentioning disgusting, with a peculiar sickening smell).But if we let it rest, we see the dirt on the bottom, with the majority being clean drinkable water. At least I want to believe in this. At least I want to believe there’s a little of pure water in the mud. But I think it’s really little.
Gandhi said to never lose faith in mankind, only because 3 oil drops have fallen into the ocean it doesn’t mean these is polluted. But the truth is 3 oil drops pollute 3 thousand liters of water, and I fear we have a overflow of oil polluting our waters. We live to the beat of the oildrums, the oil is the boss,so the ocean sees himself with a continent of oil floating above him, distuning and polluting everything around it. It’s the reality.
But I don’t want humanity to be like a dirty mud layer, egocentric and harmful, I want to think that if we fill a cup with this mud, at first sight, for being shaken, it looks completely filthy(not mentioning disgusting, with a peculiar sickening smell).But if we let it rest, we see the dirt on the bottom, with the majority being clean drinkable water. At least I want to believe in this. At least I want to believe there’s a little of pure water in the mud. But I think it’s really little.
Gandhi said to never lose faith in mankind, only because 3 oil drops have fallen into the ocean it doesn’t mean these is polluted. But the truth is 3 oil drops pollute 3 thousand liters of water, and I fear we have a overflow of oil polluting our waters. We live to the beat of the oildrums, the oil is the boss,so the ocean sees himself with a continent of oil floating above him, distuning and polluting everything around it. It’s the reality.
Friday 6 August 2010
i decided to write
I decided to write. One page only. Maybe two. A whole book, why not? Maybe I even get the taste of it and obtain so much pleasure and dopamine through writing that itself acts like a drug on my living corpse, the little bug starting up from the point of my feet, crawling my whole body, arriving to the point oh my hair and turning back again, touching the nose and making a weird feeling in it, passing across my torso through the hairy nipple zone, until it reaches the arms then the hands, transporting this exquisite sensation from the tip of my fingers to the tip of my pen and finally to the paper, being absorved with the fingers of my left hand that hold the notebook so that the right hand wrights right, returning to the body again and repeating the cycle, as something that tries to feed an insatiable addiction. But it’s not the case. Still. Sometimes I had the urge to write, but an introspective voice kept telling me:
”But will you write a book about what? A young man like yourself, that only has ill-founded ideas in his mind, that change it’s content constantly each time you put your clumsy feet bluntly on the ground to get out of the fucking bed! One person, to write a book, has to be an erudite in the subject which the book is about. He has to have an empiric and profound knowledge about what he’s writing! And still ,these ones don’t start by writing works of art, they start with drafts drawn on napkins, or in guided paper school sheets, but even they instead of writing music they write crap, that is clichély given to the dog to eat it, and then they tell the teacher the next day that it was the dog that ate his essay he did about polymers and ceramic materials. Of course the teacher wont believe him, for he had already used this pretext 14 times( 13 times of which had been a lie, this time being the thruthfull one).”And you got a 10 at Literature !How do you want to write if neither you know it?!”-
Easy there ,big fella.I had 10 out of 20 at Literature but it was in an essay only, and I noticed today my teacha hadn’t quoted the group II, because I had it done on the sheet the teacha gave me instead of the essay sheet.Shit. Yet neither was I who noticed it.It was a nice female classmate.I never notice nothing.I am the most distracted person there could be.And I suffer A lot with it.As you can see.I got to the Mr.Teacher in the end of this “enlightened” class and explained what happened.That I didn’t want to outsmart him or anything. That I simply didn’t noticed.”Well”-says the teacher with a look that he can do nothing about it.”Let’s see-If you had told me this Monday when I delivered the test to you, maybe I would have given you the quotation. If you had arrived in time to the test, maybe I would have given you the quotation.But it’s complicated”. It’s always complicated.
I got a mensage:”Read in 20 minutes…Happy birthday dude,stay well”-with rodrigro boavida written on top of the sms.I look at the clock.23:42 .I will piss and take the notebook with me…Afterall the act of defecation comes along too. Doesn’t matter. It’s a weird feeling when they send birthday mensages before the day of anniversary.Some people would think it was prelude of bad luck.I simply find it a litle weird after mastigating this thought.I flush the toilet and go back to bed.Today I received comments of this type:”Only a few hours left!”or “How does it feel to be the last day before adulthood?” were it not for these people, I would loose track of time ,divagating in a downwards spiral of infinite timeless space and not even think about it.I watch the clock.23:50.Funny.Of all the possible and imaginable things I could be doing in my last moments of minor age,including sleeping, I have passed them doing a thing I rarely do by my own will.It’s not that I don’t like writing, it’s just that I can’t grab my thought onto the paper, these are too many and too frivolous to be taken seriously.23:54.
My last minutes of being considered a child by society are ending! If I want to kill somebody or something along those lines ,now it’s the right time!Let me think.
No, I don’t think there’s no one worthy enough for me to get out of my bed and go running really fast to slaughter him. It would be uncomfortable to both of us.Always thought that of an individual beig considered as an adult by the age of 18 a little stupid.23:57,I’m not still a grown up yet. In less than 3 minutes I am an Adult.Ridiculous. We all know that intelligence and intellectual autonomy of each person are not the same at 18 years old.Why establish such a specific date? It would be more preciseif the designation of an adult would be given by his/her I.Q. , or some similar test.But that would arise so many Etical, moral and sociologic questions. What is a “real” adult anyway? Someone seen by society as an independent at mental level,that can now perform a series of fisical and psicological works?Doesn’t matter. I mesmerize the glowing number in the alarm clock.YAY!I’m 18.Funyy.When I Started writing this page I was only 17.The bottom thruth is that they are only numbers.nothing. Only men put value on those things.Only men put value on everything, they put labels on everything, with price, prejudice and barcode. In essence, nothing has value, nothing has a meaning, and nothing having no meaning has no meaning at all too. Everything is meaningless. Are you Shakespear?Do you have 18 years?Do you know that 2+2=4?You end the world hunger? None of that matters,later or sooner all will end. Everything is ephemeral.maybe not in a year,maybe not in a decade, or century, milenium, but eventually everything will cease to end.What is the human race, those nanoscopic parasites of a tiny blue marble compared to the wilderness of the galaxy.It’s like a point, with 0 dimensions,only referenced in space.Even less.
I can write tuomato as I can write tomato as I can writte nothing.For I can burn the whole damn book and eat it’s ashes accompanied with nuttela. Nothing matters in the end.And with that plan of though I teleport myself to another-If nothing matters, I can do anything, really anything(but not everything).Of course I have limitations at fisic, cognitive level to mention a few,But I can do really anything between those limits, This would not happen if I added to this limits others which I had If I put Meaning to everything and care about everything, social constrainment being the most Freemind killer of all.I can do things from the point of view of a society as macabre, or insolent, or weird, like walking upside down, slaughter everyone, dress myself as a woman and throw nuggets at everyone on sight,etc. But I won’t do It. Better, I never did it. Not to that extreme. I think it’s because I’m too fucking lazy. Originally lazy. ”Congrats, you Camel!Was I the 1st?.Ok .I got the purpose of the mensages.Competition.Or some money bet.If it was Miguel has lost.i called thanking anyway. Good comrades.Friday is the day, in by birthday dinner I've arranged with all the people!Where was I?Ha, yes, talking about my introspective thought persuading me not to writte - ”Only the most intelligent+est persons can writte decent books!” Says the voice inside my head.I never considered myself the smartest person in the world, not even the dumbest. I think that in this group are included a lot of them.In the end is all the persons but 2, one that couldn't read this or evenventually hold this book probabily, and the other would find a nostalgic feeling in this writing and this subjects , because he thought like this when he was 4, after being taken a course in medicine and quantium fisics at the same time only using half of his brain when he was 3 and a half years.
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