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Marlon Brando is always the same You

During the trip to Berlin has been the bigwigs for the first time alone with her grandmother, abuela and Tía (who came specially from Spain). I was not worried, because a child is quiet and peaceful, and especially since my mother-in-law is a pediatric nurses with a master's degree earned in the field (six children brought up without grandparents and uncles in the area without).
As expected, it was a treasure. He ate, slept, played and done everything that he had to do without shedding even one tear, nor even a mention labbrino (or mussillo , mix , broncetto , puchero , Schmollmund , so as not to wrong anyone). Beautiful mom.

Although I appreciate very much this trip Germanic land, I must admit that I missed a little bit. Especially in the morning, when, still half asleep, with dark circles and some residue at night, I threw her arms around me and said (much to his own way) who loves me.
I eagerly embraces the joy of the moment (now please do not speculate on this neologism, pliiiiz ), anticipating the joy on seeing me holidays and fused together. When we arrived home, he comradely encircled the neck of his father and has even made a sort of dance of welcome, he shouted, clenched fists, clapped, stomped and laughed heartily. For him. For me, nothing. He ignored

handsomely for two long days. I did it serve. It was as if to say: "He is fine, stays out all day, but you did not have to do this to me." Pretend that did not exist, I was transparent. With one eye always check where I was, but did not give me the satisfaction of addressing one of his evil eyes. Here, nothing the Waterfront, Streetcar Named Desire nothing, nothing Apocalypse Now (also thank goodness nothing Superman, Marlon in the father figure of the superhero



you could not just watch). Rather Sayonara, when he is angry with the Japanese and does support. Torture.

But here is the turning point. Friday took its first steps alone. And 'course for the corridor completely satisfied with his sandals with white eyes, proud as if he had just killed a lion with his bare hands and shouted: "Mammaaaaaaa." Pace was. Marlon Brando

And it's always him.

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2 de julio San Fermin

Lately I have had frequent acute attacks pro-German and I overlooked a lot that should really be my second country: Spain.

Today is San Fermin, one of the most popular saints in the Iberian land, to Pamplona, \u200b\u200bcapital of Navarra and must for those who follow the Way of St. James , crazy Sanfermines . I always thought that San Fermin was the patron saint of Navarre and that this region all the stops in the second week of July, but the patron saint of the city is San Saturnino. This poor fellow (it's appropriate to say it) has the misfortune to be celebrated on November 29th (the day before St. Andrew, patron of Empoli), Fedde days, dark and damp a bit 'all over the world, let alone the Atlantic, therefore i Navarro - who, together with the Basque separatists, but they do so when it comes to binge are more English Spaniards - have chosen a summer week to repeat the festivities. Luther I've always been nice, but the Germans just can not see them doing such a thing.

Tradition has it that the revelry will continue throughout the year, so that can just walk into a bar in Pamplona and sing a de enero, dos de febrero, tres de marzo, cuatro de abril, cinco de mayo (Yay, we turn the knife) , seis de junio, you are de julio San Fermin to find someone who pays us to drink.

I Sanfermines starting July 6, with the launch of chupinazo , a rocket, and a good local politician's speech that ends linguopoliticamentecorettissimo always with a "living sanfermin! sanfermin gora." The highlight of the festival can be reached by ' bull, the bull run through the streets of downtown. The poor beasts (although this is really to be said) are preceded by runners Pamplona experts, who guide them to hit the newspaper. Largely thanks to Ernest Hemingway, who described these days in his novel Fiesta , to chase the bulls are increasingly also tourists, especially Americans and drunk. Say no more.



I just say that I think traditions should be respected and pursued with passion, but in respect of other beings living, whether two or four legs, what happens in Spain or Italy (nuwanda, yes, I have it with the prize, especially until we will establish the district boundary of the pig).

I have always been left and Inter, you need to tell which side I'm now?