Donkeys in Town Square
So, other than having huge problems with my father(what´s new, huh?), I am OK. Although dad, if you read this I would like to send a loud FUCK YOU in your general direction and STOP BEING SUCH AN ASSHOLE. It is stressful enough over here, I don´t need you to complicate it. AHHHHHHHH!!! FUCKING BASTARD I HATE YOU. YOU CAN GO TO HELL. Karma´s a BITCH, huh!? FUCK YOU, and have a nice day. OK I´m better."Don´t need ya bringin me down"
Anyways, hmmm....what to write about...Ah yes, I´m proud because I talked about the economy of Germany and Communism with my host mom. She seemed a bit surprised, I guess. No, I´m not a moron, I just don´t speak Spanish muy bien. You know, after watching several movies in Spanish that were dubbed from America, I realized that Spanish is a very limited language- it doesn´t have the full host of vocabulary that English does. It is hard to speak Spanish for me because there is not a whole lot of expression in it. One word means like a bazillion things, whereas in English there are five or six words which mean varying degrees of the same thing and are used in different situations. Damn I´m glad English was my native language, because it would be a bitch to learn. I want to learn Esperanto.
Lately, I´ve started to have dreams about my past life again. Weird. In one, I was a little girl walking down the streets of a ghetto, and I only remember seeing the Nazi guards. In the other, I was a teenager in school and our teacher announced the start of the war. Not sure where it was or which war.
We are like the leaves on a tree, connected to everything and everyone. In Spring is birth, we are fresh and new and crisp, not having endured any of the world yet. In Summer is life, we endure the hardships of life and watch everything pass by. In Autumn is dying, we turn from yellow to red and our grip on the conscious world fades. Eventually the string from the tree of life is broken and we fall. In Winter is death, we become brown, shrivel up and then finally become part of the earth itself. In Spring our elements return to the tree, nourish it, and we start out as a bud, a new leaf, a new life.
There was a Donkey cart in the town square today, just plodding down the avenue. A frickin´ Donkey Cart! How totally Spanish is that?
Anyways, hmmm....what to write about...Ah yes, I´m proud because I talked about the economy of Germany and Communism with my host mom. She seemed a bit surprised, I guess. No, I´m not a moron, I just don´t speak Spanish muy bien. You know, after watching several movies in Spanish that were dubbed from America, I realized that Spanish is a very limited language- it doesn´t have the full host of vocabulary that English does. It is hard to speak Spanish for me because there is not a whole lot of expression in it. One word means like a bazillion things, whereas in English there are five or six words which mean varying degrees of the same thing and are used in different situations. Damn I´m glad English was my native language, because it would be a bitch to learn. I want to learn Esperanto.
Lately, I´ve started to have dreams about my past life again. Weird. In one, I was a little girl walking down the streets of a ghetto, and I only remember seeing the Nazi guards. In the other, I was a teenager in school and our teacher announced the start of the war. Not sure where it was or which war.
We are like the leaves on a tree, connected to everything and everyone. In Spring is birth, we are fresh and new and crisp, not having endured any of the world yet. In Summer is life, we endure the hardships of life and watch everything pass by. In Autumn is dying, we turn from yellow to red and our grip on the conscious world fades. Eventually the string from the tree of life is broken and we fall. In Winter is death, we become brown, shrivel up and then finally become part of the earth itself. In Spring our elements return to the tree, nourish it, and we start out as a bud, a new leaf, a new life.
There was a Donkey cart in the town square today, just plodding down the avenue. A frickin´ Donkey Cart! How totally Spanish is that?