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Faltan deseos, palabras para describir esto. Hoy ha llovido, después de grises días nublados. Durante un instanté creí ver en la distancia a Escocia; quizá un instante de locura. A veces este lugar comparte una fuerte similitud con un parque de atracción; faltan árboles y algo de lógica — un sueño irreal. Es tan fácil…
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The perfunctory preparations for landing began: one last collection of rubbish; the eternal ‘please pull your chair and tray into the up-right position’; &c. And as I glanced from my window, I saw Ireland: an imperfect tessellated puzzle of dark green parcels of land and dark grey asphalt roads reinvigorated by morning showers. The airplane…
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I arrived in Northern Ireland yesterday around 9 am. On my way to Helen’s Bay, where I shall be living for a month, I was unable to appreciate the seriousness of the main story occupying the British media: Heathrow, London’s main airport, is normally thronged with cross people in queues at this time of year.…
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Wish me luck. And now, I’m off. Northern Ireland, here I come!
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Hoy inicio una odisea más — estoy totalmente agotado; frustrado; e inquieto. Espero llegar intacto; será increiblemente oneroso. Mis nervios están al borde de una ruptura. Irlanda del Norte, ya voy.
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El personaje de ‘amitiés’ (pronunciación) cada vez me sorprende más; es todo un fenómeno all-unto-itself. Jamás imaginé que mi nombre llegase a ser pronunciado por los famosos, bueno los tentativamente famosos. Me es imposible imaginar la deletración fonética de mi seudónimo, concebir aquella unidad única y particular derramar como gota de los labios de aquellas…
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One day I wanted to travel abroad and I travelled to the far reaches of earth; I vomited until my stomach was empty and then I emptied myself of it. I fancied myself at college and so I went to an archaic institution of higher learning — and learn I did. But then, I was…
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Antes las historias que rondaban este lugar eran más personal. Cada acto de convivencia se relataba, fastidiosamente, formando una continúa cadena de una vida algo típica (entre amigos, buena comida y fantásticas conversaciones). Lo mundano en su constante monotónia me hastió y las historias tomaron otro rumbo y a la vez su número disminuyó. Las…
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Polybius should be praised for his sagacity, for although his perspicacity failed him with regards to the Pontus and the eventual transformation of the Euxines into a freshwater lake, it was spot on in his expatiation on Byzantium. He was able to grasp not only the strategic value of this place, but also what ultimately…
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As I showered I realized: I’m leaving America. As I lay in bed, anew the same realization. And as I strolled down the street, making my way to the park nearby, I lost myself in contemplation. There is a primeval feeling to the redwood trees that stand guard along one side of the park facing…