About people and mice.

This couple of last months... well... have been a little bit strange i suppose that i am somehow still recovering myself from what people around me call "cultural shock". I don't know. What i know is that i have nearly lost all my lithuanian, and little by little i think i am also losing my english... And i can't permit that, so here i am trying to write not too wrongly in that languaje.

So this last months have been trying to probe one decission i made some years ago about how to live my life. And when everything turns wrong... i try to remember that decission, and somehow it makes me feel... more peaceful? i don't know... Sometimes i think i am just fooling myself to keep my eyes blind from reality.

The thing is that some years ago i read somewhere that is not a shame to be fooled or betrayed by your friends... what is a shame is not to trust in them. So till then, i am trying to live like that. Trusting my friends, or the people that at least, i consider my friend. Trusting in their love for me over everything else that could make them betray me, and even in such cases trying to think that there is a very good reason for their attitude. Of course... sometimes... i can't avoid think that they were not behaving the way that friends should. But... at the same time i think is not my problem. I just can try to be as best friend as i can, trust in them as much as i can... if they betray that trust... i can't feel ashamed anymore... is their problem, their shame.

Moreover, what has been probing that decission this last days has been also something about i read some years ago. It was something like... "never confuse elviness with incompetence". And sometimes i see people harming people and i just think, "ok, they are so stupid, son incompetent". And somehow, although i can't excuse their acts i can give reason for them. But sometimes... i can't see the incompetence... and i would like not to see evilness... so my thoughs about that people just turn to blank.

I don't know... too many things in my head... this entry is a mess. Sorry, and no pictures this time.

For all...

Lituania es como la coca-cola... espero que os guste.

Maps, numb3rs and videos...

Following Sandro's example, now that i have time before i start studying... i was going to say "again", but i think i will leave it without it. So, before i start studying to try to pass the only exam that i have in september, and on wich my future depends, at least my thesis. I will try to make numbers, of this erasmus year that has finished. I would also like to post a video Paolo did, please notice that was Paolo who did it, i have nothing to do with Berlusconi and such fellows.

Numbers:

48: credits i passed in VDU.

23: nationalities of people i met, and some are still my friends!!!

15: countries i visited in ten months, not bad.

12: ryanair flights.

11:trains in the same number or countries.

10:hostels i have tried.

9: courses i passed.

9: gigas of pictures.

7: times i hitchiked.

7: kinds of vodka i tried.

7:houses i have stayed.

5: exams i did, and of course, passed.


If you have any other number you would like to know... ask.

Swansea/Barcelona

Con Simeon y Rachel delante de su pijisima casa en su pijisimo barrio.

Well... after two weeks around Europe, i am finally home. Back to San Sebastian, yes, at last. I started my trip in Kaunas, of course, took a flight from Ryga to Liverpool and there a very expensive train to Swansea, where Drift, and his future wife, were waiting for me.

En el castillo de Cardiff.

Tras dos semanas dando tumbos por Europa por fin he vuelto a casa. Sali de Kaunas hace dos semanas, rumbo a Riga, y de alli a Liverpool, y de Liverpool por fin a Swansea, donde Simeon y su prometida esperaban ansiosos mi llegada(bueno, lo de ansiosos es por darle el toque dramatico). En Swansea y Cardiff no descubri nada nuevo. Dos tipicas ciudades britanicas, con mucha gente, muy civilizadas, muchas casitas de ladrillo, muy caras y muy mal tiempo. Eso si, el mar y las playas entre acantilados molaban. Y la cultura en torno a la musica y el arte alternativo tambien. Cosas que no existen en España, salvo quizas en ciertos circulos en Madrid y Barcelona.

Pues he ahi una playa galesa...

In Swansea i spent five days, hanging out with Drift, Rachel, and their friends. There i understoop how wrong i was when i though my english was good. At least now i know is not good enough for Wales. I also experienced how handsome englishmen are... and girls... girls are... they have a cute english, lets leave it there. About Swansea and Cardiff(cause i also went there), i just can say that is all that you can espect from british cities. With lots of brick houses, rain, nice cliffs, good music culture and a lot of people from all places. I also have to congratulate Drift for his future wedding with a girl, i think, perfect for him.

Con Arnau y Miriam en el Parc Güell.

So, from Swansea i departed in a cheaper train to London, and from there to Barcelona. Where some friends, and some lithuanians were waiting my arrival. Well... i waited for Irma in the airport, but anyway. I spent some days walking Barcelona, the beach, Gaudí, Colón, Las Ramblas, etc... You know... the typical tourist stuff. Also talking a lot with Miriam, and hanging out with Arnau and my lithuanian mates. Ah, we also went to Montserrat... just a nice mountain with a monastery on the top... Nothing we don't have in the Basque Coutry.

Vygas, Irma, Julious, Skeiste and Miriam.

Y hablando de Barcelona, desde Swansea, pasando por Londres, me fui alli. Donde ciertos lituanos, y Miriam me esperaban. Bueno a algun lituano le tuve que esperar yo, pero pal caso es lo mismo. En Barcelona vi lo tipico que se ve, y ademas fuimos a Montserrat... que es como lo de Aranzazu que tenemos aqui, pero version catalan con una virgen negra, pa no ser racistas. Alli tambien pude comprobar que el ultimo gran pilar que quedaba en nuestra sociedad, Maria Vergara, habia caido en manos del amor. Si es que no somos nada.

Julious and me on the top.

And now i am back home... Still unpacking things, arranging erasmus papers, thinking of my next year's final thesis(with a quarter of century on my back i think i am enough old to leave the faculty), and deciding what to do, and where, with my life next course.

Y eso... ya estoy en casa... pensando que hacer con mi vida, desempaquetando aun, haciendo papeles y pensando en mi proyecto fin de carrera, a ver si el año que viene consigo que me den el titulito de marras, que ya me estoy volviendo viejo para seguir en la facultad(un cuarto de siglo, ahi es nada).

En el Hospital.

Pensaba que ya no me quedaba nada mas por ver en Lituania... pues si me quedaba, un hospital. Y es que llevo un par de semanas un poco pocho, realmente lo unico que me pasaba era que tenia la garganta algo cogida. Pero ayer me puse realmente malo, casi hecho la pela un par de veces, con la nariz mas congestionada aun de lo que la suelo tener yo, y tosiendo todo el rato, con la garganta dolorida e hinchada. Asi que hoy decidi ir al medico despues del examen que intente hacer y que no hice porque se les volvio a olvidar mandarlo, pero bueno, eso es otra historia. Ahora el hospital.

Tras muchas vueltas, David y yo por fin lo encontramos, yo esta mañana estaba francamente malo y algo desanimado(mama, estoy mejor, no te preocupes). Asi que alli fuimos David y yo a preguntarle a la mujer de recepcion si hablaba ingles. Esa pregunta se vio automaticamente contestada con la huida masiva de todas las recepcionistas a una esquina, a seguir atendiendo a personas que hablaran cristiano, o sea lituano. La verdad que la situacion era graciosa. Al final David, con sus peculiares maneras les llamo la atencion sobre mi estado de moribundez, y por fin una mujer se atrevio a tomarme los datos. De paso secuestramos a una chica joven que pasaba por ahi, y que si sabia ingles. Asi que medio por señas medio en ingles les explique mis sintomas: tos, dolor de garganta, vomitos(producidos por la tos), nariz congestionada y fiebre(lo de la fiebre lo dije pq me han dicho que si no no me atienden, realmente creo que no he tenido fiebre).

Bien, de ahi a otra oficina a registrarme. Ahi, al principio me decia que tenia que pagar... y yo erre que erre que ni hablar, que yo no pago, que soy estudiante y europedo, y tengo una tarjeta de la seguridad social europea, y que yo no pago. Asi que la mujer hace una llamada... y me dice que no tengo que pagar, que todo esta bien. Asi que ala, vuelta a recepcion a dar mas datos. Por fin me llevan a un doctor, que como no, no sabia ingles. Asi que mediante señas, y respondiendo a las preguntas que me hacia en lituano muy despacito, le volvi a explicar los sintomas, y le dije que habia tenido 37 de fiebre, y que estaba medio pocho desde hace 10 dias, pero que ayer me puse malo del todo. Pues despues de eso, el hombre me ausculta, me lleva a hacer un analisis de sangre y una radiografia... y vuelta a la consulta. Tonces me empizan a preguntar algo... con una mujer que se me habia colado en la consulta. La mujer intenta ayudar, y llama a la nieta, que dice que no sabe ingles, seguro que mentia. Y alli, la mujer, el doctor y la enfermera todos hablando cada uno en una cosa. Al final, me han dicho que vale, me han dado todos los papeles pa ir a la farmacia, y ala, mañana vuelves.

Asi que mañana continua la historia.