Bon nadal i feliç any nou!

Deixo Brussel·les per una temporada, segurament serà massa curta...

Bon nadal a tots els de Barcelona! Feliz Navidad para mis niños hispanos!Happy Xmas for u all! Joyeaux Noël mes francophones! Que el viejito pascuero traiga muchos regalos a mis valdivianos!

Mis mejores deseos para el año que llega.

Cremaillère

Presentació oficial del meu amor... el meu piset!

En un pròxim post poso fotos de casa meva. És taaaaaaaan perfecte!

flyer de la festa

Dia contra el SIDA

http://www.europarl.europa.eu/news/public/story_page/008-857-333-11-48-901-20061201STO00856-2006-29-11-2006/default_es.htm

Reconeixeu a la supermodel del link del Parlament Europeu? no? altres fotos com a pista!

imatges de Brussel·les

Vista des de la finestra de l'Álvaro, club de jazz molt xulo. Tenim concerts cada dia, i desde casa! Aquí el sofokolín menjant un petit suís (o petit gervais, aquests francesos ens ho canvien tot). Vista del monstruo des de la llunyania, el Parlament Europeu. Les meves collocatrices i jo: avui ens donen les claus del pis, per fi!!!! I foto borrosa de la bona vida: sóc molt feliç, aquí, però enyoro massa Barcelona, a la família i als amics...

one day or an other...

Ok, you should know that when I say tomorrow... means that I will be some days saying to myself, tomorrow, tomorrow... Vuelva usted mañana!

But I have been quite busy trying to understand how the parliament works, and how is going to be my job. I'm just having kind of idea, but I can tell you that my colegues are really nice.

About the appartment... finally we are signing for it tomorrow... Thus, my new bible is Ikea's magazine, I am really studing how to furnish ideally an empty flat. I am sorry for Roberto Bolaño, I have to combine my reading time between Los detectives Salvajes and all those strange swedish names for beds and tables (Besta, Inge, Standford, Andras?).

Hopefully, they are going to be all of them at home, an Anno curtain and a Besta cupboard, etc. And from that day on, you are invited to try them, my flatmates have no problems with visitors, so search a date!

Little by little I am less foreigner and more bruxellois, I am attending arabic classes again, I'm trying to force myself to practice some sport, I wish I had the time and money for belly dancing classes (I miss them sooooooooooo much!), I'm going to cinema festivals, I know the streets, some bars and restaurants... in counclusion, I am the perfect guide for those wanting to discover Brussels. ;)

I miss you too much. There are 50 people from natolin here, but on són els pelmes dels meus amics de sempre? No us vindria de gust venir a viure uns, diguem, dos anys i mig aquí? Petons a tots i a totes.

So... this is life!

I have been thinking a lot about the conveniance of continuing my blog, as it was concieved as my Natolin personal diary. Finally, half of the natolinians are in Brussels, and I am still "at the edge of myself" so: here I am again!

Yesterday I took an important decision for my future life, and that is why I put the song of the Cure in my previous post. I said yes to a cool job offer, I am now one of the assistants of a Catalan MEP for the Liberal Party. I start with some fears, I always wanted to be far from political colour definitions, but I am going to learn sooooo much! And I really believe that he is a great polititian, for the curious ones you can see his website here http://www.guardansxeuropa.org/portada.php

Oh, my internet café is closing... just another new: hopefuly, I will have my appartment (with internet for sure!!!!) next month, as we are signing on tuesday. I will explain more tomorrow!

Waiting for your comments, as always...

Berta

So... this is it!

Say this is it
Don't say maybe
Don't say no
Say this is it
Don't say hold on
Don't say slow
Say this is it
Don't say next time
Don't say when
Say this is it
Don't say later
No, don't say then
Just say yes!
Do it now!
Let yourself go!
Just leap!
Don't look!
Or you'll never know
If you love it
You might really love it
If you love it
You might really love it!
Oh come on and love it!
Yeah, this is it
Don't be cautious
Don't think twice
This is it
Don't play it safe
Don't put on ice
Yeah, this is it
Don't chew it over
No don't kick it around
This is it
Don't wait and see
Don't try to work it out
Just say yes! Do it now!
Let yourself go!
Just leap! Don't look!
Or you'll never know...
If you love it
You might really love it!
So don't tell me
It could all go wrong
No don't tell me
It could all be a mess
Oh don't tell me
It could all be a waste of time
Just say oui! Si! Sim! Da! Ja! Yow! Igen! Kylla!
Just say yes!

The Cure

Festa Francesa: vive la révolution!

Lluís XIV i jacobins, maig del 68, hippies, noies de bandera, revolució sexual. Et vin de la France, visible en la meva fantàstica taca, i en els ulls d'alguns!

Consejos para mis nenis de Christina Rosenvinge

ALGUIEN QUE CUIDE DE MI (Christina y los Subterráneos)

Que en sus brazos me sienta una niña pequeña
Sonría me mienta y se trague mis penas
Que sacuda mi cama como un animal
Y que por la mañana me de un poco más
Que no sea muy malo que no sea muy bueno
Y si me hace regalos que no le cuesten dinero

Alguien que cuide de mí
que quiera matarme
y se mate por mí
alguien que cuide de mí
que quiera matarme
y se mate por mí

Que no quiero mas chulos que no traen un duro
Ni tíos muy feos con un gran empleo
Que no quiero borrachos ni locos de atar
Ningún mamarracho que me haga llorar
Ni chicos perdidos buscando a mamá
Ni tipos muy finos que luego te la dan

Alguien que cuide de mí
que quiera matarme y se mate por mí
alguien que cuide de mí
que quiera matarme
y se mate por mí

Que me lleve a la feria y luego a bailar
Le dejare ver mis medias
Para que corra detrás

Alguien que cuide de mí
que quiera matarme
y se mate por mí
alguien que cuide de mí
que quiera matarme
y que se mate por mí

Different versions of myself... national days!

Here you have some pictures of the recent national days, the Belgian one and the effects of the free belgian beer; the national party of Spain, for which we worked so hard, having to learn the 4 sevillanas and to dance in hypersmall dresses of faralaes; an other Spanish topic, la movida: all the campus got dressed as alaskas and almodovars, and I had a lot of fun doing the make up and the hair style! And finally, last monday, the italian party with the cat-walk... in which I was in the sexy category (semi-obliged by Tizi...). I passed such a horrible time! But apart from the 5 min of stress pretending to hide the kilos gained, it was a great night!!!

I hope that no further explanation is needed to understand which picture is what... More comming soon!

Aniversari

Princess Berta (and related topics)

The carnival in Germany
Is the best party easily

We drink, we dance, we sing our songs
We have a lot of fun
All of us try to get laid
And then we party on!

The carnival in general
Is for the beast in man
You must unleash the animal
Be as wicked as you can!

The carnival in Natolin
That also can be fun
You ladies, drink some alcohol
And then you better run!

The guys in this place might go wild
That’s what the party’s for
You ladies should have fun as well
So – please – don’t lock your door!

To our princess Berta here,
We all must raise our glass
Berta, we love your belly dance,
Berta, we love your ... beautiful costume! It’s spendlid!

By the way, my princess dear,
How is our King Bob?
How is that old bucaneer,
How is the old knob?

His head looks quite testicular
But he is really bright
His mind shines like his calvitie,
A ball of shining light!

But you prefer your prince of course
That’s obvious to see
Have good fun with Alvarro
Then have some more with me!

But I do not want to be rude
You may well rest assured
That we’ll respect your privacy
When the hangovers are cured.

Happy Birthday then, sweet princess mine
May your life last forever,
Like the carnival on river Rhine
Or the legacy of Jan de Hoop Scheffer (what the hell rhymes with forever? Dammit!)

All together: Happy birthday!

Gdansk 2nd day: Solidarnosc

Viatget

I've just came from Gdansk, a really tinny cute city with such a history on its shoulders. We arrived on saturday, really early, found a hotel and in the way dicover that the famous canals were frozen. Ducks were walking on them, boats were stucked in the ice and some adventured men were fishing in a hole. Feeling like skimoes...

Next activity... siesta, too long: 4 hours in Morpheus arms to wake up too late for museums, shops, lunch, and sun. So first official visit was nocturne, when the city is more charming. Last try to have some cultural activity, we went to the Art Academy of Gdansk where the Stereo Total concert should take place, for free. And incredible ambience was there, cool people dressed in different characters, neon lights preceeding the fancy decoration inside. No more tickets!

We went to a bar to have a cocktail... and they didn't have the license to sell alcohol, yet. A really strange day, I wouldn't say unlucky, but full of inconveniences. And how did I feel it: as a marvellous one, happy to be outside the campus, to have a whole city to discover, and to be with the person that I wanted to be. Who cares about museums? Not me at all.

Next chronique tomorrow.

Marxo a Gdansk

Marxo demà matí a Gdansk, i tornaré el dilluns per la tarda. És una ciutat al nord de Polònia, a 4 hores i mitja de Varsòvia en tren. Una vegada més, dormiré unes horetes en un tren polonès. Quins records interraileros. Tenim planejat també visitar Sopot, que és un poble de mar a 20 minuts.

Segons la meva guia, "es una de las ciudades más bonitas del norte de Europa, con hermosos edificios y una historia de más de 1000 años. Fue durante muchos siglos la ciudad más rica de Polonia y en ella sonaron los primeros disparos de la II Guerra Mundial. Tras la Contienda, quedó devastada, pero se recuperó gracias a los inmigrantes de otras zonas de Polonia". Tot això que sabeu de nou! Com veieu, nenes dels EEUU, la nova guia és més seriosa que la que portàvem per l'interrail. Però sapigueu que em vaig informar sobre l'importantíssim fet que els polonesos aprecien molt les flors, però és de mala educació deixar el paper que les embolica (ho recordeu? aquella sí que era una guia...). Doncs sapigueu que és veritat, que es regalen més flors que a Espanya, i lo del paper és perquè emboliquen el ram sencer amb paper cutre, del marró, i evidentment molt maco no és.

Total, que avui tenia planejat anar al concert de Stereo Total, que em feia molta ilu, però com el taxi ens ve a buscar a les 5... em quedaré veient una peli amb l'Àlvaro tranquil·lament. Segurament altra vegada Dr. Strangelove, ara que he tornat a estudiar les estratègies de seguretat i resolució de conflictes. La setmana passada vaig veure la Susheela Raman en directe, una passada!! I segurament el 14 de març anem a veure a Yann Tiersen. Està sent un mes musical, o cultural, hauria de dir: he visitat el Uprising Museum, que val molt la pena, he fet un intensiu de modern jazz underground avançat que m'ha deixat per l'arrastre tota la setmana (mai, mai a la vida tant dolor en tants músculs diferents!), dilluns nit començo dança oriental a l'escola de dança, vaig guanyar amb l'Alfonso la medalla d'or del concurs de ball dins els JJOO d'hivern que uns alumnes han muntat (JJOO de Natorinolin)... i a per més medalles, a veure si en el futbolín, que darrerament he recuperat la forma!

El dilluns acaba una exposició en el Museu Nacional de Gdansk titulada "Transalpinum. From Giorgione and Dürer to Tician and Rubens". Què bé poder anar a una exposició de nivell! Que això sí que falta a la capital de Polònia! Però no avancem esdeveniments, que si no no tindré res per explicar a la tornada.

Fins avait!

Avui estic gamberra...

Yesterday I went to the bar just for a beer and I stood till four, I'm running out of time with my Mercosur paper (for monday!!!) but I can't concentrate. I have so many ideas for a saturday night!

But, as I obliged myself to stay infront of the computer all night... at least I update my blog.

Vaja, que estic gamberra! No vull fer reeees que tingui a veure amb l'UE!! Vull anar a la Cuca i al Razz, o al Verdi i a la Cerveseria artesana, o al Raval, o a la Haima i fumar shisha, o a la Barana a fer cerveses fins que l'Anna ens faci fora, i veure el Barça, o menjar crêppes especials, o fer trivial al sotavent, deixar que el Pepe ens prengui el pèl a canvi de chupitos, o veure la tele amb la família tranquil·lament... Vull un cap de semana dels de l'any passat! Més absolutament igual el lliure comerç i el Chávez o el Morales, el Barroso i el MERCOSUR! Dilluns seré una altra persona.

Des d'aquí, Anneta, espero que tot hagi anat molt bé. Saps que t'estimo i que em sap molt de greu no ser amb tu, que no he deixat de pensar en tu tota aquesta setmana!! Espero notícies, nina!

Visit to the Parliament

I'm sick, feeling dizzy, with a wonderful headache, with the cold inside my bones. Right now, I'm wearing gloves, scarf, and a blanket on my shoulders, with the appearence of a lost vampire walking in circles inside the room.

I know is too repetitive to talk about the weather, but you can't imagine! I have been to the Patagonia in wintertime, and it was the Bahamas compared to Warsaw, those days. And we are expecting -30 º for this weekend. Great, what a party. I mean, do you remember in one of my first posts, that I was affraid of the possible minimum of -17 º ? Let me explain that at -17 is when we say: "oh, is not so cold! Lets try to have a walk."

However, today, a risky group of adventurers went to the Polish Parliament. We had a guided tour, with some surprises (like meeting the lider of the Samoobrona Party (Self-Defense Party), Andzej Lepper, and the candidate of the strogest opposition party, Donald Tusk for the Civic Platform, in the corridors of the building).

Just a little introduction about politics in this country (I'm not an expert at all!). In the last Poland's elections on 25th of September 2005, the conservative Law and Justice Party (PiS) won first place, with 26.99% of the vote, closely followed by the liberal Civic Platform (PO), with 24.6% (even if in the first round Tusk was the favourite candidate, and the PiS one the second).

PiS was set up by the Kaczynski twins, the now-a-days President Lech, controversial former Major of Warsaw, and Jaroslaw. For some days the possibility to have both in the head of the Government and State was open, quite funny taking in to the account that they are as equal as drops of water. Finally the Prime Minister is Kazimierz Marcinkiewicz. One of their propposals is to bring the death penalty back.

Both parties, PiS and PO are right-wing. Historically, the deputies sat down from left to right in the hemiscicle depending on the wing of their group. I would say that in the present situation this have been a tough task, as it is difficult to say who is more or less righ-wing.

Our friend Lepper, in the little screen of the picture, is the leader of the agrarian party, catch all and populist one, eventhough populism is something in vogue between the high personalities of this country. A lot of movement in the corridors of the Parliament.

Our first try to have hot chocolate ended up having a nice soup in a French restaurant, to recover the normal body temperature. Soupe de Poisson for me, Soupe d'Oignon for Álvaro. Mmmm... And a fantastic taxi to return, alive, to the campus.

Acabo d'experimentar els -20 º C

Nens, nenes, fa un fred que t'hi cagues! Sabeu que no sóc malparlada, doncs per sota zero sí que ho sóc. No puc parar de maleïr aquest temps i aquest país, quan se'm congelen els cabells, les pestanyes i el baf de la boca sobre la bufanda (que em tapa fins els ulls). És trist, però no estic exagerant en res. Avui dissabte hem anat al cine com la gran aventura de la setmana: -20º C; ahir divendres no vam sortir del campus, és clar.

De la vida que estic fent al campus, evidentment, no em puc queixar. Finalment he tingut l'oportunitat de passar més temps amb l'Álvaro, m'han donat les notes i he aprobat tot, i avui he començat les classes d'àrab!!! M'he acostumat a viure entre dos edificis, i sóc més feliç del que hagués pogut mai imaginar. Intento disfrutar de cada moment (sempre que hi hagi calefacció pel mig) ;) i poquet a poquet la vida a Natolin s'ha tornat la meva vida, per primera vegada independent, amb nous i grans amics, estudiant el que m'agrada. Però pensar que demà visito al parlament polonès i que les previsions són de -31 º de sensació amb vent... em cauen les orelles a terra!

oh my God...

Feliç Aniversari Annetaaaa!!!

Ei! de tu sí que no me n'oblidoooo!! 24 anys, i fa que et conec 10! I mireu-la, aguantándome estoicamente, sin tan siquiera una arruga (que haurien de ser pels anys que fa que em suporta, no per l'edat, eh!! que no que no que no! Que som unes pipiolinas!).

És la amiga del somriure inquebrantable i la lògica aplastant, la que més de peus a terra toca però alhora la més optimista! La que el meu pare voldria pel seu fill i aquella que jo vull per tota la vida, ja puc viatjar pels cinc continents, que com tu no n'he vist cap!Anna, ja sé que aquestes coses no t'agraden gens, però a la vejez... ji ji ji. Que em fa il·lusió dir-te com n'ets d'important per a mi, un d'aquells pilars sense el qual la meva (poca de per si) estabilitat es veu trasbalssada. Jo crec que les llargues nits teutones em van descobrir una miqueta el tresor que ets, i vas passar de ser una bona amiga a una Amiga, amb majúscula. I paro, que semblo redactora de la Superpop.

Demà amb una mica de sort podré menjar tagliatelle "al burro" en el teu honor, i el de la meva panxeta patidora! Em fa ràbia perdre'm la meitat d'aquests 24, però l'altra meitat l'aprofitarem al màxim. Que bé haver retrassat el vol i poder celebrar-ho! Un petó, t'estimu mol!

I forgot to say... Happy new year! A disfrutar el 2006!

Christmas Cards Miami style. Redecorated house in the little havana (Jesus and Winnie the Pooh happyly together!!) and lightnened palm tree in Miami Beach.

Summary of four months...

Resum de quatre mesos

Resumen de cuatro meses

Resumé de quatre mois


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