I'm going to Poland
in the weeks before I got enough material to build a dense family history. Following the walk collecting documents to prove my identity to the delegation of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, found many anecdotes worthy of a better fate than the dusty record books of courts, offices, parishes, and mica family. Many
of these sessions was to send the devil piunto of the desire to visit Poland. Angel is desperate
several times. Does not support my strange passivity in the face of adversity. Pepe insisted the little mother with the bureaucratic system in Mexico. Rafa esfrimió cursing their best arts and sift through Mexican legalistic jargon.
And I ... well, I still do what I do and putting together little by little wool so that Dever did not know how to pay for the trip.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Refillable Compressed Air Can
A year
Yesterday I turned 34 years old. On a planet that is billions of years old, on a continent that has at least five hundred and some years to be included in the official mapĆstica, in a country that is trying to celebrate all dazed discientos years of independence "?, in a sufficient state archaeologists and anthropologists agree that it is three thousand years inhabited by peoples with distinct identity, in a municipality designated as such only thirty years after the slaughter of Tlatelolco (initial, in 1521), this figure's birthday ends up being negligible.
mean anything to me, means something to your life and who shares his space with me. Probably for those who sent me messages and talked on the phone.
But in any case, the date (invented by many factors), it makes me reflect on the recent obstacles I've encountered Now that I'm processing my passport to get out of Poland.
And if a treintaytantos else in the world, it became a subject with the potential exacerbated while limited by the age factor.
But even so, time is comprehensive and I still predicts number of projects to land before the body factor begins to collect its dues to my youthful excesses.
Cheers
Yesterday I turned 34 years old. On a planet that is billions of years old, on a continent that has at least five hundred and some years to be included in the official mapĆstica, in a country that is trying to celebrate all dazed discientos years of independence "?, in a sufficient state archaeologists and anthropologists agree that it is three thousand years inhabited by peoples with distinct identity, in a municipality designated as such only thirty years after the slaughter of Tlatelolco (initial, in 1521), this figure's birthday ends up being negligible.
mean anything to me, means something to your life and who shares his space with me. Probably for those who sent me messages and talked on the phone.
But in any case, the date (invented by many factors), it makes me reflect on the recent obstacles I've encountered Now that I'm processing my passport to get out of Poland.
And if a treintaytantos else in the world, it became a subject with the potential exacerbated while limited by the age factor.
But even so, time is comprehensive and I still predicts number of projects to land before the body factor begins to collect its dues to my youthful excesses.
Cheers
Sunday, July 12, 2009
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