Gangster Nicknames 2009

Travel: Chile (September 2009) Twenty

Day of Spring. But a month ago that confirmed my attendance to the trip (I took my old man in the car with my brother and grandmother). Sunny day, and I carrying the bag into the back seat (ie, travel uncomfortable, because the trunk was the bottom). Three in the afternoon, we left. Pass gas stations, provinces, feigned car to stay.

Frontera, tense moment. They were nicer than usual, according to Father, so the papers were less ordered. We passed, we were already in Araucanian territory.

almost dry roads, winding, long. Railroad tracks. Agrochemical complex. Finally, the mountains, and vehicle inspection concerned.

Now if the rest of the paper, set the hook, so far declared, emepetreses, cameras, sarasa. Stretch your legs and gave the brothers a ride. My old man a flat tire just outside of the inspection. Monkeys.

The patching, as he could, and did some kilometers. The road winding no longer, and the melt water was small, but dangerous if they catch you off guard (some false tension in the story does not hurt). Fittingly, there was a garage in the first town we passed. We stopped there and was like an hour to put a poor patch. The mechanic, an old man with all the gray hair, took his time. I pulled out my harmonica and stunned grandmother.

(sorry Grandma, I swear I wanted to get "Love Me Do")

hour and a half and we were in Santiago, through labyrinthine highways and toll arrancacabezas. We arrived for lunch at the house of my aunt, who is rich because they do not usually have dinner there (at least at my father's family). To which comes the section called: things that eat alla

(he ate a slice of the trunk chabón)

Full (hot dog with avocado, basically)

An adorable crab ...

... ups

seafood ceviche, octopus and lemon juice and other herbs. Failed the test, but what fun I had with at least

A **** **** of 3 liters! I was accustomed to up to 2 1 / 4 l. The taste is not the same, because the water that makes it not the same. Have a taste of H00k important.

absent Great photo but not gourmet: the sopaipilla .

The coexistence was rare. My dad filling up the mouth of "my son who is studying Engineering", sleeping in a bunk up (a foot from the ceiling), the old and distant relatives tantoque not ask you "and why you got the head gasket" crap? " and similes. Nothing too unusual for a family trip.

A week visit to the sister of my grandfather, Tomé (where you thank people who have power, because it is quite far from all), and we were like 4 or 5 days, I do not remember. It was very quiet, very green, much animal much homemade bread mostly.

Frutigran traveling

A little rest, eh. I have here and there.

Playing be Roberto Olorapattinson.

Tin, Tin, Tin of the jungle.

" O overheated old work again?

This on a farm of some friends of the family ... Reunited with my roots.

miraaaaas giiiiiil Quee ... I Liiisa coooomas.

And the last day of the 5 we went to another village, but pulenta, in a bay. Where there were some warning signs rare, but months later they find meaning

terrible

With you, the Pacific.

campirano After the stay, we returned to Santiago. And we visited some exhibitions (the technology is fairly cheap there), and did some sightseeing of the city.

The pharmacy where you buy Micky Vanilla.

A passage in the subway.

The Mapocho River, which splits the city half (a bit of culture).

And then to satisfy the "ahhh dale bring me something," traveling show after show, we caught the backpacks and went back to pay, after 16 days away. Back to puncture a rubber, and suspiciously close to the same mechanic. Conspiranoids call me, but there's something.

Mateando a while before leaving

repaired in full, a wire and pulled my boredom / strangeness

Reflection: the people very friendly, hospitable, except Flaites (the Chilean equivalent ehhamigo). Lunch breaks loose enough, you send other than the usual condiments (alla avocado has a different taste), and television programs have many silicone. As at home.

'how To Make A Model Of A Church

If nobody said life would become incrementally more difficult, until you had to slave in order to pass your days. The life of a child resides in the fun. FUN, perhaps the purpose of life. The life of an adult may be based on resignation. One always thinks he is more cocky than life, and no. Soplamoco flower. Adolescence is not enough.

Hedonists had it clear:

"If you do not enjoy life, you're wasting"

"Pleasure and happiness, the greatest of life"

"No TV and no beer, Homer loses his head!"

"KAMIKAZEEEE!"-Well, each in its own way

architectured our reason. You choose how to get the pleasure and power. Cojés with whom you want. You kill that you want. Abris you step with your purpose and you step your life. In the interest of your choice. Will be worthwhile, if only for you, separate from everything, and everything. I'm not saying it's a great philosophy, but I see a pillar in the capacity of reasoning and choice ("common sense?). And my love for this column makes me want to protect mine and help them reach a certain, but reasoning, at least, a good patch. Ways to get something relevant on a global scale are known, or absorb, violence and militancy are one, seduction, espionage and murder another, covenant, tact, diplomacy as much charisma and inspiration, the arts and humanities are still other, and the most fucked of all, creation. And the fan blades are closed if you.

And not to lose the thread that often accompanies these statements, the need to know that hides our end here. If something expected. And if we achieve to do something important on a global (not saying the entire round fight, but in the underworld that we compete.) Podes put the great engineer of the universe in this, it gave us the glorious power of choice. The if-then-else. Play with the same desire, but they are as letters. Everything is making, to a lesser or greater scale. Even accepting that you read. No other option has as much power as what you can do, if you base on what you really think. You can remove it from the plans, but if it is relevant for people who love you and is involved in your happiness, how much you can sideways. And we'd get between the timeless classic: dogma against nihilism. Or desire.

How do you get less painful? One of two things: money or influence. How do you get? Being the best in class and stick with the race is what comes to mind, but the unfathomable bad luck or lack of commitment to park freely. Or what, but? "Getting something out of the hat? Amiguismanipular "those who can?

Decided by the most unusual way of all those taken. I must admit, despite what my birth to see your choice, it will be at least fun to watch make your path, will have to talk. Obviously you know that the decision to separate God makes the wicked, right? And the core problem is that major change requires a considerable amount of time. A talented people, and people, now if talented, time does not forgive them.

And not see the changes that they started. If you want peace in the world, can you achieve it, knowing that the most likely to die before you changed it to achieve relevance? And as you change? "For good? Why wrong? Clearly? How turbidity? "Subtle, Obvious? "It will fall with the same force in all that you want? Or creeds, races and nations give their picture of the case, misrepresenting?

And above all, will you be ready?

(the song that sparked this conversation, you can see it in English in the comments on YT)