Hoxe toca en Galego

Xa fai ano e pico desta foto. O meu querido mac levaba apenas uns dias comigo. Era Nadal, e estabamos toda a familia no pobo. O pobo... Ahí o tedes, nesta foto saen os meus máis preciados bens materiais: o meu coche (miña nai non estaría dacordo con esta afirmación), o meu mac (tirando do edonkey coa Wifi do concello), e a miña Arnoia querida. En días coma éstes, é cando un entende de verdade o sentimento do emigrante. Entende a sensación de te-lo corazón dividido entre a súa terra natal e a terra onde transcorre o seu día a día. Entende a necesidade de demostrar o ben que lle foi na emigración ó voltares ó fogar, non tanto como un modo de presumires senón como unha forma de autoconvencerse de que pagou a pena emigrar. Isto sí que é amar a túa terra, amala de corazón; e non toda esa merda que fai a xente de ir pregonando se unha rexión é nación ou non, ó carallo co nacionalismo político! Emigrantes galegos que enchedes Arxentina, Alemania, Suíza, Francia, Uruguay, Venezuela... unha aperta dende eiquí.

Esta páxina tenta deixar constancia das miñas/nosas aventuras en París, así que iste é o derradeiro post morriñento. Un saúdo a tódolos galegos que nos len. Jordán

Galician festival... Entroido!!!

Today is one of that days where I really miss my country, my region, my town, my village... This weekend is the Entroido (Carnaval in spanish), which is really important and has a lot of traditions in my loved Galicia. That desert is (actually, tries to be...) one of the typical things that everybody eat these days. I've done that right now. Believe me, my grandmother's version looks really more tasty!!

I miss all of you family, friends, and Ana... I hope to see you as soon as it could be possible. J

It was better when children played in the street

No me gusta demasiado linkar vídeos que no sean hechos por nosotros... pero éste vale la pena. Qué feliz fui jugando en la calle a polis y cacos en vez de al Quake, Doom, Unreal y similares...

Let's talk about...

I've been 12 days crossing 4 countries in North Europe. What did I learn? More than I'd like to. People is polite, very polite. If you are in the middle of the street looking for something in a map, somebody is gonna come and ask you IN ENGLISH if you need help. People doesn't steel. Ok, there are thiefs all around the world, but I've seen for example in Helsinki, at the university, there is a big closet room where everybody leave there their jackets, scarf, gloves, etc... Think about doing that in Spain (or France). People is busy in the good way. It's incredible how in that frozen countries most of people practise sports everytime that they're free. People CAN'T SMOKE into clubs, discos, pubs (I think that at work is also forbidden but we've that in Spain too right now); and It's amazing to arrive at home after one party's night without all your clothes smelling bad. I hope that the spanish goverment forces to do the same in my country as soon as possible. I could tell you much more things about this trip, but hey!! The second semester is here!! And I have to work hard, new subjects, the Project... I'll try to write something every week, but I don't promise anything, time is not enough!! J

The last stop... Copenhagen

Lund at night... by bike!!

Stockholm, à la prochain... :´(