pablostrip

although many of you readers, be it you the stochastic random walker type or the eccentric deterministic open spiraloid, might probably attribute to my motionless face far from everyone that satisfies both the condition of reader, and that of seeing my face in this new city contorted by the cold weather that I was never meant for, yes, attribute to that frozen face what could be, were I not such an ordinary person that requires such ordinary descriptions, the disturbingly accurate picture of a narcissistic being that needs his own images and words be published at least, or very precisely rather and specially for a coward as you undoubtly know that I am, in this unpretentious media, I find myself to your disgrace in the most noble posession of a reasonable reason to add one more ... read more

and so I did, make it... home. yep. it would take me bloody ages (as now Im used to say) to describe what it is like to be here once again, what it was and what it is now, where I stand compared to where I stood, and specially where I sit crossed-legs, which noisy side streets and kebab smelling squares. let's just say that granada is a city where nobody will look at you if you walk around barefeet, and that is something which I value the most. you should know. and what else is granada? granada is also a memories factory and a dreams processing plant, which makes it a pulsating heart without arterias pouring bloody life at its night beat to turn the world into strawberry fields foreva. granada was lost and found, ... read more

london felt like going home. people just talked about stuff, stormy weather and money. I went with imo and stayed one night at her sister's and one at her grandmother's. both were lovely woman, more than I could expect. specially her grandmother, but specially her sister, and specially her. oh, by the way, we also went out with a couple of her friends, also girls from southern lands of northern islands, and since everything was being soo girly and sensitive and I had just been to bath, I decided to borrow a girly book by jane austen, pride and prejudice, and I read about half of it before making it to the plane: that's how london was. you decide. but don't worry, cause just as he said that "there is no greater pain than remembering glorious ... read more

and so at night I got to sardinia, and since my friend maria vittoria was getting there the day after I visited alghero at night, and the morning after went to meet her at the airport, and her mum and aunt went pick us up. hen we went to the beach and then to her not-so-little town thiesi. the next few days it was just family life, beer in a bar they'd opened cause it was the party in town, proccessioni, traditional dancing... everybody was wonderful, everything very italian. oh, and I almost forgot to mention the AMAZING beaches!... read more

in paris now, getting used to cleanliness; and people subtly cheking you out instead of just talking; and seeing an anomalous ammount of white people on the streets; and hurries in the metro pour gagner cinque minutes parce que il faut arriver a l'heure du rendez-vous; and you know all that one wants to escape from when its holidays time and so chooses some boring beach resort. which is another way of saying that after five days here I still havent been to the musse dorssay, whereas I usually go asap. whatever. also, for some reason I'm having a rougher time digesting french food than african food. the only logical explanation is that the parasites that I doubtlessly have been accumulating for two months in my stomach miss warmer times, and express me their tristessa in ... read more

" major tom to ground control, is there anybody even reading this mess of a blog? well Ill just keep uploading pictures till I melt trying. Im writting in my notebook and Ill publish when I get the chance; no internet over here in the middle of god knows where, some point in the map south of the road from mopti to gao called boni. I was suppoused to be getting a truck for 6000 from mopti to dgibo. but because of the rain therere no trucks, only four by four going from boni to dgibo. so I got a bus to a crossroad, a motorbike to boni, and Ill go in a 4x4 to dgibo. Ive seen the vehicule and well... not very promising. they said that were leaving at four, and that well get ... read more