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Day 1: A stumble

Dear diary would be a very easy begin this notebook. There are many ways more original, however, the best way is at the beginning:

The alarm clock with a metal and not pleasant to my ears. I remember the mother zero the device and the sixth beep decide it is time to rise. I look out the window and I see that is an especially rainy Thursday. Hate

Thursday, in my 18 years of life only bad things have happened there. On 18 April nine years ago my mother suffered a car accident the next day (a Thursday) my mother's heart stopped. One year later (Other Thursday) my father dead of grief decides to take his life, leaving behind her two daughters in need of love.

It was not all bad, we moved to town with the grandparents. sure you will be thinking "poor girl, that child harder." But I never liked to inspire pity, I am telling you this because it is an important factor to understand my twisted personality . Why

where I was? Ah yes! it was raining. Unlike my fellow Galician, I hate the rain, I was embedded in the skin and holding me strong for not being able to move freely. Above may be an exaggeration but the truth is not pleasant to be soaked.

My room is a mixture of things broken and dirty stuff. Although, if you're lucky, underneath all that you can find a piece of clean clothes to wear. But do not forget, today was Thursday. So after posting the drawer underwear and not Find yourself a couple of matching socks and most importantly clean I opted for a mismatched that were clean by chance, one was pink and blue stripes and one blue and bears . At this point combiene clear that the cleaning was not my thing.

process costume was more or less the same. As always arrived late to class and I am behind all trying to get anyone noticed me. The teacher was a heavy guy could not explain a curve offer, if you ask what we like. When they pass arrives at 10:30 pm and drag Naomi. He sits next to me and ask me what has been lost. Face looked at him "no woman" and continues to spend the morning. At one tired of rants teachers, who are not interested in teaching but in the end the lesson and take coffee, I decided to follow suit and go to the cafeteria. I do not drink coffee , I hate but juice pineapple pirra me. Naomi has the same idea that I, as always, 5 minutes late, sits next to me.

- So Arjona has decided to comprehensive examination. Ains if I could embrace as a stuffed animal and strangled it the happiest woman in the world.

- Jaja murderers instincts more developed than you this morning. Normally you want to leave unconscious. Sabela

-mm and tell you this ....

- Saying women.

"You all stained shirt toothpaste, I had said before but I was looking for a boy.

looked for my shirt and stare at pictures. I have the black shirt smeared toothpaste especially in the chest area. And I with these pints 3 hours and this without saying anything.

- Noe when I clean I'll kill you.

"I will.

I wear the jacket as I can to cover up my artwork and leave the bathroom shotgun. I confess that my start was not elegant, nor happy ending tube. Collision with a boy, I drop everything and opens my jacket. Looks at me and laughs .

"If you stop and help me laugh you do a good deed.

"Sure, but I'm not a good Samaritan. Goodbye Ah! nice shirt.

After the accident I turned around and I see Naomi coming with me and the kid going off , "nice ass" I think. Tia

go blow as taken, although your choice of guy I approve yes yes. "Hush

I clean the bathroom me as I can, then back to class and I sit in the back row. The law professor says that abortion is wrong and compares it with the murder of a woman by her partner. After that disconnect from the class and go to my Yupi worlds. Suddenly, someone asks me if I can make room and when he looked up for I see that the answer is cocky.

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VALENTINE, A ROUND TRIP ARMILLERO.

Armilla
I left in 61 to 28 years. Now I have been in Paris 48 years. A lifetime. There the children arrived, training, work ... there I'm fine. Life does not treat me bad. Understand me, so I could not get here I found it in France. Is that times were hard. The age of migration. When there was nothing here to do (not only in Andalusia, but throughout Spain) and France, Germany, Switzerland ... gave us some opportunities we had here. In this way, working as ripped immigrants, raise half of Europe. A bit like what is happening here now.

When I was four houses was Armilla district: Napoleon, "Charcones", the central street, the "Chorrillo" and little else. It was an agricultural village more than anything else, so my childhood was playing in the pure field, going to "run", swimming in the canals and my youth in a small small town ... so when I found myself in a very large city and having no idea of \u200b\u200bthe language, which is very important as one can imagine, because a huge impact. The first years spent with many hardships. There, in Paris, there were many Italian, Polish, some German ... working hard and going fatigue, especially at first. Looking for a better quality of life. Now I understand when you come here those of the boats. Imagine without knowing anybody. With a sense of loneliness among people, which is the worst. Year my wife came with me and things slowly began to change. Time passes and you think your circle or friends, family, colleagues. I joined a football club. I know the country (we took advantage of small permits to travel from one side to another). I became more open because you know the travel and see other forms of life will expand the horizons day ..... So I gave adapting to me and now I tell you, here and there.

My life is already done in Paris, but despite everything I have always a nostalgia a special bug inside me that I speak of my people. Armilla. So .. every year like clockwork in the summer, I return to my country .. When I worked, I came a month each year. Now. Now with the retirement ... three months ..

of the things I miss when I'm in France is the sun, the weather ... There is almost always raining and cloudy. When the sun is a warm sun, dull, dull if that force as it looks here, things seem to sing with joy when you give a ray of our blessed sun.

also miss knowing people. Here in Armilla, my people, because going down the street waving to one and all, as if we one big family. There, in France, that's nothing. You feel invisible.

meals, do not miss my wife demasiadota always made English food .... and also there are English club that got together and organized activities, such as paella. (There is in Paris a Valencian paella makes a very good), and then the accordion, dance ... etc.

And that's all. This small story of Valentine, a round man "... I could tell you much more but would lack ...¡¡ newspaper pages!

A selection of Alvarez Riesco Valentine memories.

Photos: Valentine's Day with a group of friends and his wife, also of our people, Trinidad Lafuente, Armilla, before his departure for Paris.

IMAGES ARCHIVE Morenillo PEPE.

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