After a period (longer than shorter) of total uncertainty, a restless rest, a time of constant sickness out of seekness, searching in pseudo-panick from Poland to Polinesia via Panama for something that would pour some light to my darkest dreams, something that would contribute with bricks of hope to a new dimension, just for the sake of movement, at last, i have decided something! (applauses and great joy).

No matter how good your job is, no matter how much free time you get to think or to play videogames or to read Thus Spake Zarathustra in german, no matter how many books you buy or even read, no matter how many languages you speak,… You are going to die. YOU ARE DOOMED.

But who knows, maybe it is possible to cheat Death, hm? That’s what I think I’m trying, I’m making difficult for her to guess where am I going to be, so she (treating Death as a “she” is usual in english?) can’t catch me. At the end of february, if i am still alive, I will be in Madrid, I’m going there to stay for a while. Less than 2 weeks ago I didn’t know I was going to do this, did she? What I am going to do there is not so important, the thing is to go and live there for at least 2 months. Ocourse I would have been more enthusiastic about going to Santiago de Chile or La Plata or anywhere else in hispanoamerica, as I was willing to go, but at the end it has bocome impossible, I’ll do that next year if I get a grant or something, (improbable). But finally I’m going to Madrid, I’ve chosen so. Even if it sounds a quite arbitrary choice to some people, Madrid offers a greater variety of courses and jobs… Whatever.

So, I keep on running away from death, I don’t let myself get stuck anywhere, grgrgr. Although… now that I think about it, maybe what I am doing is exposing myself to an painful and slow Death, Madrid is such a polluted and inland city for such a healthy andalusian coast kid like me used to the salty smell of the sea and the sweet touch of the sun…

(Truth is: if I don’t get out of this humid house, i’ll get rheuma soon).