Iceland on air again
It´s f***ing raining. It´s been f***ing raining for 3 days. Pouring.
13 crazy people aged 19-34 are locked in 3 rooms of an Icelandic kindergarten, they are inclined to do weird things. Thus, we...
- did all the puzzles (100 to 500 pieces)
- opened a hairdresser´s (our Catalan girl is good at cutting hair)
- devastated the fridge (not that there was a lot of things to destroy)
- exchanged books about a hundred times (once I ended up with the one in Hungarian - I´ve learnt the reading rules), and also with a Spanish translation of Orwell´s "1984" and then Vonnegut´s "Slaughterhouse-five", love it, he writes very much like Hemingway.
- tried to get drunk (too expensive to actually get drunk, and no shops open at weekends)
- listened to all the music we had (who would have told me I´d be listening to Catalonian Independence hymns here...)
- spent hours in the swimming pool. It´s got no roof. So the rain keeps coming down on you. Extreme. But exotic=)
- covered the walls with stupid drawings
- reached professional level at Uno (I learnt the game in Alicante, a mix of our pharaon and good old durak).
- watched all the kids´dvds - they´ve got The Simpsons in English! =)
- revealed each other´s deepest secrets.
The secrets revealed include a Spanish guy who went on a volunteer project in Moscow last summer and planted trees in Bitzevsky Park. Wants to go again later to see petersburg and the white nights - because Dostoevsky´s "White Nights" is one of his favourite novels. Told him not to bother coz nights are a good way whiter here.
At about this stage of secret-revealing we found out where you rent movies...
Work. Trees are depressing us. Everyday we think we´re done at last, but Thor (the community leader who provides the tools and trees) drives to our place every morning with his white pickup and everyday its boot is full of new trees.
Walking home from work today we saw a tractor on the spot where we planted on our first day. In a couple of years all this territory we´re greening will be a huge construction site. We get so exhausted everyday and we feel it´s in vain. We marched off the field chanting, No More Trees! No More Trees!
Our team is great, though. There are people who have done such nice things, like this Dostoevsky fan, he went camping to Mauritania (Pero allí hay guerra, no? - Pues sí, pero no importa, fue divertido) and he did el Camino de Santiago, which is one of my biggest dreams about Spain. I´m a fool, I´m dreaming of another trip while still here...
The 3-nationality girl, a German mother, an Uruguayan father (of bask origin=), born in the States and currently enrolled in a Masters programme in Austria. Three mother tongues, consequently.
It´s funny with me and American accents, one Argentinian (Uruguayan, in this case) is enough to sett me off with Vení p´acá, mirá que lindo!, despite the four Spaniards around. Same thing with the British accent, goes out of the window no matter how hard I try, if there´s at least one Yank around.
P.S. They loved oladushki on the Russian cooking day, little suckers =))))
13 crazy people aged 19-34 are locked in 3 rooms of an Icelandic kindergarten, they are inclined to do weird things. Thus, we...
- did all the puzzles (100 to 500 pieces)
- opened a hairdresser´s (our Catalan girl is good at cutting hair)
- devastated the fridge (not that there was a lot of things to destroy)
- exchanged books about a hundred times (once I ended up with the one in Hungarian - I´ve learnt the reading rules), and also with a Spanish translation of Orwell´s "1984" and then Vonnegut´s "Slaughterhouse-five", love it, he writes very much like Hemingway.
- tried to get drunk (too expensive to actually get drunk, and no shops open at weekends)
- listened to all the music we had (who would have told me I´d be listening to Catalonian Independence hymns here...)
- spent hours in the swimming pool. It´s got no roof. So the rain keeps coming down on you. Extreme. But exotic=)
- covered the walls with stupid drawings
- reached professional level at Uno (I learnt the game in Alicante, a mix of our pharaon and good old durak).
- watched all the kids´dvds - they´ve got The Simpsons in English! =)
- revealed each other´s deepest secrets.
The secrets revealed include a Spanish guy who went on a volunteer project in Moscow last summer and planted trees in Bitzevsky Park. Wants to go again later to see petersburg and the white nights - because Dostoevsky´s "White Nights" is one of his favourite novels. Told him not to bother coz nights are a good way whiter here.
At about this stage of secret-revealing we found out where you rent movies...
Work. Trees are depressing us. Everyday we think we´re done at last, but Thor (the community leader who provides the tools and trees) drives to our place every morning with his white pickup and everyday its boot is full of new trees.
Walking home from work today we saw a tractor on the spot where we planted on our first day. In a couple of years all this territory we´re greening will be a huge construction site. We get so exhausted everyday and we feel it´s in vain. We marched off the field chanting, No More Trees! No More Trees!
Our team is great, though. There are people who have done such nice things, like this Dostoevsky fan, he went camping to Mauritania (Pero allí hay guerra, no? - Pues sí, pero no importa, fue divertido) and he did el Camino de Santiago, which is one of my biggest dreams about Spain. I´m a fool, I´m dreaming of another trip while still here...
The 3-nationality girl, a German mother, an Uruguayan father (of bask origin=), born in the States and currently enrolled in a Masters programme in Austria. Three mother tongues, consequently.
It´s funny with me and American accents, one Argentinian (Uruguayan, in this case) is enough to sett me off with Vení p´acá, mirá que lindo!, despite the four Spaniards around. Same thing with the British accent, goes out of the window no matter how hard I try, if there´s at least one Yank around.
P.S. They loved oladushki on the Russian cooking day, little suckers =))))