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I told you the last post would be controversial, that would uncover scandals and unveil secrets ... Well, it was just a marketing strategy to keep you hooked. The latter post is fucking dull mushy.
First, practical things: I like writing the blog, but I will not follow it would be very stupid to write in "Lost in Roskilde" I woke up and went to buy bread at Bread and Sweets Carmen Tang. However, I warn you now, there may be days to re-upload any post, for example, dates relating ("... two years ago today I arrived in Roskilde, due to which I am now in the asylum .. . '), and issues arising; For example, if I married a erasmus in the future and decided to celebrate my wedding at Korallen, reserving all rooms for my friends, as the chronicle of those days wrote in the blog, sweet plan. I take this paragraph meta-bloguil to thank the commentators, tireless, word for word, you examined each post in order to make your contribution, sometimes arrogant, sometimes lighthearted, but always welcome.
Despite the language of high prices, harsh weather, nights or extremely long or extremely short, Denmark was an excellent choice. Roskilde choosing not to would not have met the people I've known that is most important. Much of the experience is based on Korallen Roskildiana this damn residence where I live, and would not know whether to recommend strongly or just the opposite. It is expensive, dirty, with a janitor Saborio, unpainted walls and a band of drug dealers living in it. However, all carried the same: people. I do not know if you keep in touch with them, but, hey, the experience is there. Maybe in another place he had never known the sweetness of Marianne, the extreme pessimism or grammatical correctness Pasquale de Fer. I can only be happy to be in Roskilde, and musta found here.
Well, that, that I run out of gravy. There have been ten months Erasmus, but ten months of my life, with its good and its bad moments, your days and days extrardinarios unremarkable. The return to Spain did not take me as a bad thing, continue taking good and bad times, days and special days bland. Of course, the experience has left me tocadillo Denmark for a while. After ten months lost in Roskilde, back to Tahivilla. And I'll lost. Pd

The Coldplay concert finally did not rain anything about Lagrimillas case.

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dawned my last day in Denmark, who is also the last day of the Roskilde Festival, and the gods have wanted it to be satanic cloudy, cold and rainy. Over the days, the festival is changing: increasingly smells worse, more and more crap on the streets, and there are more people. However, there are fewer drunk people at first, I guess because they want to see music. Speaking of music, the sound of the Orange Stage is so powerful that you could hear yesterday Korallen, five miles away.

things first. Before yesterday I went with a bike and see some music. I saw a little oasis in the Orange Stage, which was packed with people. Then I went to see Röyksopp, a group of Norwegian electronic music quite rare and dyes after death. When I was thinking of going back to Trekroner, I saw, among all the banners waving, the flag of Cadiz. I went and chatted a while with a colleague, a Cadiz funny to me that if I ever said I was alone but did not find the flag on the horizon, and you have company. Comforted, I returned to Trekroner. The roads leading to the festival are always crowded with people going to and from or sell cold drinks in makeshift stalls.
Yesterday evening I returned to the festival, and finally I could contact Fer, we had a vueltecilla and saw a concert together. First we walk a little among the tents, seeing a variety of music. For if you interested in names, I saw pieces of Gogol Bordello, Klovn i Kamp, Amadou & Mariam, Tony Allen, none of whom knew nothing, know nothing. I only saw two concerts
integers. Slipknot (knot), a hard rock band, whose musicians took the stage with grotesque masks and just say bad words. More than a concert that was a show, with an overwhelming sound, drummer spinning in the air, one giving with a baseball bat to a container, and huge flames coming out of the stage.

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an intermediate to eat a sandwich and watch the camp where he stayed Fer. I visited my bike, which abandoned after a day and is covered by a layer of dust. Then we went to Arena Stage, where we witnessed a beautiful show of lights, lasers and deep and soothing sounds of Ray Fever group. Hypnotic
After this show, I returned to Trekroner. I woke up this morning expecting to feel the sun burning my skin, but it is cloudy. Damn, like rain on me Coldplay concert by someone.
is curious to go to the festival (which was not at all sure) has led to the end of my misadventures in Roskilde has come smoothly and unnoticed. Now, yes, this has reached final. I'm happy you're here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.

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found Fer and Mary

is very difficult to describe Fer and Mary, among other things because the more time they spend together the people are confused with each other, and the harder it is to separate what belongs to each person.
Fer and Mary are radically different from one another. Mary is exhasperante, bubbling, impetuous and brutally honest. Fer is meticulous, thoughtful and slow words. When speaking Fer is as if they stopped the time, as if looking in a mental dictionary which word is most suitable in each case, how grammatical order to understand the correct meaning, and how to pronounce it properly to minimize the possibility of error. Mary when he speaks is often spat rocks as if polished properly, could be jewelry (or not).

I have spent countless hours with Fer and Mary, chatting, listening to psychedelic music in the cave . The cave (or silo) is the fourth of Mary, dim lit and the walls covered with posters of stinking masses, faces contorted and grotesque cartoons. Moreover, accumulating things Maria loves furnishings. Glasses, cutlery, plates ... a ladle, for example, is the perfect gift for her.
Fer has hung in his room a poster of an actress, a scarf of FC Copenhagen, and a map of Denmark. Usually made the bed and smoothed. It is generally a room tidy, except for occasional holiday when blown over, but that is a fact of life in Korallen. Era.
Fer is a real public relations. Meet many people. There have been parties at which I hardly know anyone, and he will greet the world with perfect knowledge of at least the name, nationality and occupation of each of them. Left with few to go play football with others to go out in Copenhagen, with others to play poker ..., despite this, many times (and not likes to be told, though this is what gives you more charisma) is on the vine.
Mary ponferradeña Barca fan, addicted to several TV series, cook a delicious botillo expert, has spent much of his bruised because Erasmus is beating his everything. Everything has been bruised but, yes, the language, sometimes sharp as a knife. Fer, Malaga golfer, addicted to shopping at Netto, keeper of secrets half Korallen; overwhelmed at times by Joseph K, who wanted to make him his slave.

- RES WITH IRENE IN THE DUNGEONS OF HAMLET -

As you see, only three other we are similar. But we share the Rutilla Norway, Trondheim this unforgettable journey. And Kiruna. We have also shared long nights (talking I mean.) And we share all the way this Korallen so empty. And Mary was a couple of weeks, and emptied the cave. And Fer is now in the festival. Stay with him for some conciertillo.

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First concerts in the festival's business strategy

Wednesday night I attend my second shift at the festival. The work is the same: putting out fires and make sure that nobody jumps the fence in the sector M. The night is so quiet that it becomes tedious. I look forward to the end of my shift - seven in the mornin - to go to sleep Korallen and smuggled into the room 32.
sleep all morning and part of the afternoon, with an intermediate to go to Roskilde to fix some papers and prepare rice with green pepper.
At five in the afternoon of Thursday began what is the festival itself: it's over heating and the music starts. I managed (very relative term it) and pulled to the festival by bike. On the bike, and its possible dramatic end, I will end this post. We arrived at the festival on
six. We parked the bikes and we have a walk around the campus, which is huge. There are thousands of tents covering each parcel of land permitted. There are two lakes, one for fishing and one for swimming, both probably contaminadísimos rust and kebab. There are hundreds of people (mostly men but also some women) lined up on the fence, using it as a urinal. Roskilde Festival is an affront to the senses, including common sense. Drunk people being transported in wagons by drunk people, people sleeping surrounded by their own waste, collectors of cans to earn a living (on today's soil has been collected 270,000 cans, and yet they continue piling up thousands at roadside ), the horizon dotted with banners and banders and, most impressively, a murmur, a background rumble that will make you wonder what is not happening here.

dizzying cross a bridge over the railroad tracks - the festival has its own station - and arrive at a party with more tents, sculptures, graffiti, and panels with information on the environment, yet very securely mounted. We crossed back and head, with the human tide, the area of \u200b\u200bthe festival itself.
The festival area is another huge concourse where there are seven scenarios which are played without pause the different groups. We teach our bracelets, we are throwing a plastic bottle and started to go from stage to stage. Still hear the music of one when you start listening to the other. It is very impressive.
The first scenario we see is the Astoria, where the audience and the band are under the same tent. We have brought 3,400 people. A sign warning light does not stop not allowed "crowd surfing", ie, pulling the crowd. We do not like the music and left. We go to the biggest stage of all: the Orange Stage, the flagship of the festival, very nice. The band performs under the big orange, and the audience (60,000 people) are outdoors. Volbeat playing now, a Danish rock band that took my vein jebi and made me do the horns. The sound was perfect and amazing lighting effects.

Volbeat ended, and left the festival area to take a sandwich to the agora M. Then we returned to the Orange Stage, and we saw the beginning of the concert apotheosis Kanye West, an American rapper to be believed God.

After three or four songs, we went to Arena, another stage with the audience and the band under the same tent (capacity 17,000 people). The Danish group was a very famous, Mew. This concert will swallow us whole, was very good, just exaltadísimos, and the final was very exciting. We left with a river of people as I've ever seen. It was night and returned to Trekroner, cansadísimos.

This morning I played my last shift. I arrived twenty minutes late because I overslept. It was fun, because as the day there are more people wake up and eager to joke and / or / u / and anger. For the first time made use of the apparatus for putting out fires, I used to refresh the face and neck. When finished the turn at three in the afternoon, tragedy, had lost the keys to my bike. I had to walk back (an hour and a half's walk or so). I came to Korallen burned, blistered feet and totally exhausted. I'll follow
counting on the festival and my last days in Denmark, but for now I have to say being an incredible experience and somewhat surreal.

Knights Templar At Normanton

Today I missed Korallen. Room 32 does not belong to me anymore. And yet, I write this from the room 32. Indeed, thanks to a clever strategy, I managed to sneak in the fourth, and perhaps get keep him without pay or a crown, until I got the final EIRP next Monday. The strategy involves a key found in a kitchen, a large envelope, a certain sleight of hand at a critical time, and a small loophole in the rules of the residence ... I have more time I will tell you.
Now I have no time because at 11 I expect my second shift at the festival (by the way the music starts tomorrow.) I do not know how I will be the thing, but I think people are phased out a lot. Yesterday afternoon I saw some kids in a kitchen Korallen they were using a fire extinguisher and a bucket of water to try to cool beer quickly and effectively. I must say that yesterday I spent the whole morning packing and cleaning, and now my room is super broke.
Well, I'm going. Greetings to Irene and Dew, the only coraleñas who embarked on the adventure of living a few months in Copenhagen and at this point enjoy the stifling heat of Andalusia. Hopefully I can dedicate a post someday, but now I'm totally absorbed by my work and endless firefighter and sweaty football games. Goodbye.

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The first shift

Roskilde Festival is an annual event in which one hundred thousand two hundred and fifty euros are charged for camping in a huge plaza, drinking and listening happened tanks and the odd conciertillo. The substance of the festival is not, then, on stage, but in the camping areas. What is the music festival does not start until 2. Now there is what is called the warming. And there, at the core of this vortex of madness, is where I worked last night.

23.00 to 0.00. The camp is divided into sectors: A, B, C. .. Each sector has a place or agora, where are the services, barbecues and a watchtower. The wretched of the night shift in the assembly convened hows M. Our leader, a guy named Stephen, we divided into pairs and assigns each pair the supervision of a subsector within the sector M. My companion is Aiga, a Latvian girl quiet and very beautiful. Each pair is equipped with a fire extinguisher, a flashlight and a walkitalki.
0.00 to 1.00. No news. Our main mission is to stop any fire , except glowing cigarette ends and joints. People have learned the lesson well, and all bars with flashlights illuminate their power. Every square inch of land is occupied with its shops, or failing that tables and chairs. All drinking and singing and laughing.
1.00 to 2.00. Inspecting the fence, Aiga and I found a stretch that some vandals have tried to force from outside to enter. Finally some action. For the walkitalki communicate to the tower to be repaired the fence, short and change. Remain there waiting to get a van to fix it, short and change. While waiting, we heard noise in the bush and see the miserable run in the meadow on the other side of the fence. We have won the game.
2.00 to 3.00. The flaw in the fence has been repaired, and we spinning. The soil is progressively filled with filth. The characters, varied and abudnantes, we shout things in Danish, but it all sounds very friendly. There are some who, visibly drunk, we want a good watch and a happy festival. Stephen calls us to rest the walkitalki for a while making a more light: replacing toilet paper rolls.
3.00 to 4.00. Once spare toilet paper, Aiga and I went into the break room for volunteers (which is a shabby shed with a fridge and a coffee machine) and we had a coffee and some sandwiches. Comes a very nervous girl saying that there is a guy unconscious on the floor. We approach, we help the colleague to get up, give it a little water and brought back to his tent, which is in the sector L (which Stephen later told us, is the biggest party of all, something clearly seen the miserable state of ethyl). Happy after this good deed, and boring as oysters, we took another sandwich.
4.00 to 5.00. Stephen sent us back to inspect the camping area. It is full day. Drunks sleeping peacefully in their stores. The floor is filthy, and many shops are now completely destroyed. Boredom and ennui. We sat on the grass a little while to doze.

5.00 to 6.00. We return to the agora, and Stephen gives us a huge bag of trash and wants us to clean up the area. We provide gloves, so we have to keep the disgust and collect them with our own hands (which, after all, gone through other sites equally sleazy). Thousands of cans, sausages, napkins, bread, are thrown into the container. The fatigue starts to take over our bodies and minds. Try sneaking out, but Stephen comes with more bags.
6.00 to 7.00. We wait for the next turn. Our entertainment is to see a machine to suck through a tube the contents of the toilet. Finally comes the shift. We took off our uniforms phosphorescent Aiga I say goodbye, I take my bike and I head to Trekroner where, after writing this review I sleep like a log. It's been a long night, but at the same time fun and very instructive. I have the peesentimiento that I will have a great festival. Goodbye.

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my participant number Roskilde Festival. Today we went to Roskilde Fer and I to take the bracelet, then we have aimed our bikes to the festival site to see what it was painted. Along the way, and especially from the train station, which he was a true pilgrimage of people of all Calañas, cargadndo with backpacks, tents, chairs, cars, stereos and industrial quantities of beer, towards the festival. What is there now is an impressive body of people occupying each square meter of land, drinking beer and urinating Frisbi playing everywhere, waiting for doors to open. The atmosphere is good and sweaty, and, as I said, full of quirky characters.
Gates open tomorrow at eight o'clock. Indeed, Fer and I still have no idea of \u200b\u200bwhat our job. From what little we know, we kind of public relations / security guards, and we know we'll have to put out fires (?). What a bad scene, male. They say that the Festival Roskilde is the fifth largest city in Denmark.
shifts divided by the internet this morning. I have played some ungodly hour (though thankfully not work when playing Coldplay, one of the three groups I know, a very small number considering that play 150). I start tomorrow at 23.00. I'll be putting out fires until seven o'clock on Monday. I hope this does not prevent me from blogging chronic small of my last days in Denmark, just in case I decided to write now the last post to hang, to be published on 5 or July 6. It will be a controversial post in which hundreds of secrets will be revealed and make controversial reviews ... a fascinating end to this unfortunate blog.
Well, besides all this, some things have gone. Mary, one of the most amazing Korallen, left two days ago (and I missed her farewell because of a sudden change of schedule). Another day I went to a restaurant to dine in Roskilde. On Wednesday, Sandra Kim, Fer, Marianne and I went to Tivoli, and we got in 20 of 25 attractions there, including "Vertigo", which is new and consists of a small plane that mount them can fly. The latter was the roller coaster, there were so few people that after the race, and as there was no waiting, gave us another little turn gift. Potaro wanted level: 85%.
Well, I leave. Wish me luck in my work as a security guard. Goodbye.

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33688 Invasion of the kitchen

You can tell summer has arrived. It has stopped raining and the temperature has risen to 12 degrees. Finally we take the jackets unbuttoned.
The other day my steps took me to the kitchen 1D, and there I met Mary surrounded by several ropes. Immediately, the clothing and appearance of these, I thought it was the Black Mamba in person. I was certainly confused, wondering what these criminals were brought goings-on in the kitchen 1D. Then I saw Vianney enter the door and I got it all: Vianney had returned from Lille, and had brought their friends.
I put on precedent. Vianney is a very nice French guy, a vegetarian, big boy, joker, always in shorts and cap, who lives in a squat in Lille. Roskilde wine to go with Naomi, his bride, and together they form a sweet and very funny picture. A month ago, Vianney had to return to France for fear of being expatriated. Once fixed legal status, he decided to return to his van, and brought his fellow squat.
For that, I found these five guys with their jackets, their eyes looking slightly grim and sinister, playing cards and smoking like chimneys, and I was understandably upset.
However, I must say that with the passage of time passing through Korallen has been more beneficial than oppressive. I was invited to dine with them, I was taught to play backgammon, and made efforts to speak in a combination imcomprensible francoinglesa often. The refrigerator and kitchen cupboards are now filled with fruit and other foods in perfect condition. A couple of days back to Lille, and before leaving the kitchen left as ordered and gold jets. Have made graffiti on the wall, but they forgive. From here, a salute to the French Cobra, wherever they are, playing backgammon or burning containers.
Night which were attended a fiestecilla in Roskilde. It was a sort of San Juan, in a garden made a splendid bonfire, and the neighborhood people sitting around, talking, listen to music, watching the fire until the sun rises. All very quiet, despite the petty quarrels with a friend of mine from the Blue Tower.

Most Brutal Wwe Divas Fight

1D and girls Josema Hvidovre

a week ago were Josema and White. A small but select group of friends to accompany them to the very airport security control to minimize their (and our) feelings of loss.

Seas man or woman on the half hour to meet Josema happened to you and hand over the shoulder (unless you're a girl only twenty minutes). Josema has its own merits, the most Flirt Korallen: attentive, polite, loving ... Another characteristic of him that is a party animal is born and martyr. Nato because it has hardly missed any party or Korallen Student House in Copenhagen. Martyr because if during a party someone gets bad, or by whatever reason, just being Josema accompanying unhappy for the rest of the night until they get home safely. I have no fingers on his hands to enumerate Josema parties that has left half the benefit of the health of others.
Josema is Úbeda and computer engineering student at a ratio of current year. In RUC was a subject to program a robot, and sometimes I had the bug in his room and showed me how he was a black line painted on the floor or how out of a maze.
funny thing once happened is that, when he returned at dawn to accompany a friend to the airport, he fell asleep and the train took him to Helsingør in the boonies. On the train back not think of anything other than back to sleep, and woke up at the airport again. In short, his friend arrived in Spain at the same time he reached Korallen. As a final curiosity is Josema property always leave RLAS profile photos.

- Josema DEADLY DRIVING IN A MACHINE KIRUNA -

De Blanca I can not speak without thinking of Maite: Hvidovre girls. Hvidovre (pronounced vidouá) is a suburb of Copenhagen, which also include studies of von Trier. They lived in a very cute little apartment where the shower was integrated into the rest of the bathroom (when I say built I mean exactly that.) The Korallen nins came much, and when they had a line in Hvidovre infromar uninterrupted Skype call.
Maite, who left several weeks ago will be remembered for his genius and his bangs. Is proud to be Seville, despite their limited abilities to dance Sevillanas, as demonstrated in a distant and barbecue. Any conversation with her just kept drifting in theories about LOST. His culinary specialty was the brownies.
Blanca, Puerto de Santa Maria, also is addicted to LOST, but to a lesser extent. He has traveled extensively with her parents, from the Amazon to Greenland. Moreover, it is something that you find out to know, but you find out little by little in small pills information. White is a property that is often on the vine.
Well, that, that Josema and White left, and Rocío, Fer, Pasquale and I stayed a little cut. We made a humble picnic in a cespecito just outside the airport, and then went to Christiania to play football.

still passing the days and hours in this Korallen as empty (but still loved, despite all.) I'm going to dinner at an expensive restaurant in Roskilde.

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The jam session of Korallen

Yesterday I went to the jam session of Christiania. The main feature of this is that there is a jam session, since by definition a jam is based on musical improvisation, and that of Christiania are played on all versions of popular subjects. The substance of the jam Christiania is in the musical routine that was created, and the quirky characters who frequent it.
The jam takes place in a dark bar and sometimes suffocating Børneteater Christiania. The musicians play on a small stage crowded. There are many chairs (never enough for the crowd) and a bar. Everything is pretty rustic.
As I said, how interesting the characters are jam. Let's go in order. First comes the Blues Man, a type Robust and gray, who plays the guitar sing like Mark Knopfler (eye, my culture music is quite low, with the exception of a thorough understanding of the discographies of the Penguin Cafe Orchestra and Mike Oldfield). Touches on many songs, them The road to hell, Route 66 , I am your man Huchi-knife, Unchain my heart, and finally Stand by me, with the public, euphoric, driven up the walls. Yesterday Have you ever touched the rain seen, it brings me good memories.

The Blues Man

usually accompanies him Mark (?), In my opinion the best musician of the jam. It is a very low voice he always wears hats and who plays the piano like I've never seen anyone do it. Enters a sort of ecstasy, he put his eyes, and without looking at anything (even keys), plays beautifully. When the song just returned from this trance and greet the public by a heart with your fingers. I have spoken with him, is very shy and comes from Costa Rica. Sometimes playing a song just as Sound of silence , Knockin 'on heaven's door , Where have all the flowers gone , Come together , Yesterday , Imagine and Let it be; lighting the burners and I'm tearing.
The Blues Man returns to the anonymity of the bar to take their shots, and is the one who sings in English. This is a little heavy because his songs seem eternal, but we must recognize the merit of is that the more people get up on stage to play with him. Their songs are their own, and endlessly repeated choruses as catchy as Sing with me, Hey not want you to go , Way way way way , etcetera. People are very encouraging and dancing, I take the opportunity to go out for a while to buy a piece of pizza and a cookie very good for 20 Croner.
Spaniard is gone or is relegated to the background, and up the Cubans and Rastafarians playing Guajira Guantanamera, Get up for your rights and No woman no cry. Sometimes a real jam is formed, ie, pure improvisation, but I was just tired.

There are more characters: a fat and mustache that plays bass for hours without altering the least, the fat lip, one of the leaders of the roost and sometimes sings and plays bass ( I love little wing Fly ) and we were all stunned, then one that looks like Woody Allen and plays drums or, failing that, the maracas, the black trumpet player who has the ability to play the trumpet very loud and smoking as a trooper, the waiter who sometimes plays the flute or saxophone, and French rapper. Then there is another who believes the best of what is and gets to sing or play drums with little success.
Towards the public, is also nourished by quirky characters. There is a corner is the corner of psychedelic dancers that are girls with long hair and graceful dancing costumes dance to the hypnotic rhythm of the music. There are also men who dance, one looks like Tintin Wolff, very funny, every Sunday at the foot of the canyon.
However, despite the fact that it sees an event full of charm, the jam session has its shadows, for example, the few times I've seen women play, the elitism of some musicians and, finally, the most terrible of all, the jacket that I stole a distant day, with travel voucher included. Bad dagger give them coughing. Back
Trekroner, we were waiting an hour and a half inside the train at Copenhagen Central Station, because someone had thrown to the track. What more gruesome end, male.

- TREKRONER TO BOTH OF THE MORNING -

Pakitani Walima Dress

The palmilleras

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Someone once said which is a pity that the heroes will make the tributes and statues once you are dead. In this blog I have sinned in that, just do not expect that people will die, but they leave Trekroner (which a little is like dying) to make a small tribute. Last Sunday a Patulea of \u200b\u200bpeople are overwhelmed with hundreds of suitcases and a huge box to the airport in Copenhagen, to dismiss two heroines.

Paula is stealthy and smiling. His culinary skills are scarce, despite which won the contest against Charles tortillas. His skills as a cook increased considerably, but got stuck in the ham and cheese quiche (his specialty). Paula, despite being seemingly brittle, points to a bombing, and has gone to almost all the trips and parties are organized. In his last days used leave the garden behind Korallen to sunbathe, despite the constant threat of water balloons.
Eva To understand how it is best to describe your room, "the brothel", so called because the lamp was covered with red cloth to reduce light. "The Brothel" was permanently scented with aromatic candles, the quilt was patterned with roses, like the posters on the walls. Above the drawers there were dozens of jars with perfumes, gels, creams, fragrances, and so on. Had my comfortable couch and a full cabinet of crockery and food. The entire room was undergoing a thorough cleaning once a week (although increased frequency of stress depending on one's own Eva, these sessions were called "limpiezoterapia").
So Eva: perfumed, proud, smart (except for the glasses without glass) and listener party faithful radio channel. It was the predator of the room 18. The day came, ten months ago, told his mother that in less than two weeks would be back.
With Eva and Paula are countless anecdotes, since, as I have been involved in every event that is organized (water fiestas, destructive parties, birthdays, etc). Are old friends of Janitor.

Paula caught a bike great in Copenhagen, probably the best bike we've seen. He decided to take her to Manchester. He bought a giant box, dismounted the bike and went. I volunteered to help carry the box to the airport. Pasquale Fer and signed up for the Bike's Team. Big mistake on my part, because I ended up wounded.
The box was huge and very unstable. We carried on a cart that was merely a detour. On the train blocked the road in a corridor, and some force to turn I got a cut on his finger. With bloody hand, still had to carry the box around the terminal, avoiding people and walls by a few millimeters. Finally, the box was delivered by the window of "big bags" and Paula promised us dinner at the breakwaters that I have not been forgotten. Half an hour later, without putting together a dramatic and tear pifostio, left. Fer, Pasquale and I went to see the planes taking off in a persistent drizzle.

- WE ARE NOT SAFE AT ALL, BUT THERE IS A 80% chance that EVA AND PAULA ARE stuck on this plane -

Eva and Paula, the Malaga of Korallen, able to speak English with expression of La Palmilla, Korallen is lost without you. Your songs will no longer mellow sound between these walls. See you soon.

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The restoration of Korallen

I'm pissed off a little. The reason is that the other day, being in full in June as we are, I had to go outside with reefer. Also, I have a sore throat, several of my friends are cold, and I have the shoes near the radiator because yesterday I was penetrated by rain.

Another reason for this animosity is that for a few weeks here and never closed the night falls, the sky is always in a blue glow, something uncomfortable for photosensitive people as children of the Others "and me. Anyway, if this is better than perpetual darkness that I lived for several months.
A final reason to increase my fledgling mosqueo I have no answer to my request to work at the festival. The Roskilde Festival is very billet, and me, while I dislike crowds and rock music, I like to work to meet the ambientillo. And I answered the unfortunate. I must say that the answer depends to some extent, my date back to Spain, being as much on July 7 San Fermin. Korallen
These weeks have been a number of events, most of them related to the layoffs of the people. Yesterday I was talking to Hugo that he and I thought that the departure would be something like a macro brutally sad and the next day every one to his house and god to all, but is still different: step, little by little, like a slow and painful bleeding. Each week we will one. Is organizing a dinner, he makes a gift, you cry a little (although the theme of pathos we've improved a lot since the first quarter, and now we walk with fewer mistakes) and fired / a in question abandon you. And not only that, but there are people taking advantage of these days to travel, so Korallen is really strange. Still, I have to say (!) That the few who are still good. Lapsing
These days are as follows: I wake up, do a little 3D, then go to the canteen, then I like a cake, then we're going to play football (where the teams Marianne and me against Pasquale and someone else, unless you play Fer, then I play with him and Marianne Pasquale, because Fer and Pasquale are so good they put together is a totnería), then I take a walk along the lake and see the swans subjugate the rest of the fauna, then I step through the rooms of my friends as (is in Korallen or other residences), then go do some 3D, have dinner, I'm talking and I go to bed cursing the light that enters through the window.
I want to clarify, before I quit, I have not forgotten about my readers or my family or my closest friends.
I'm going to shower and wash your hair to try to undo a few dreadlocks that time and chance have been forming in my head. Bye.

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blue Nights (Part 3 of 3)

Hirtshals The third day was the last. We collected all seasoned sailors salute and drunken way to the station, and caught our train up Trekroner succession. The sun was shining in the sky and in our hearts.

- WHITE MORNING Josema -

On the train we had a very good, because most seats were occupied, so we fight the six hours of travel by relocating each snap. This, added to going to visit us or offer food pool, kept us entertained during the trip, and I guess even he could disturb other passengers on the train, seeing so much movement of people and bags in all directions.
stopped in Odense, the birthplace of Hans Christian Andersen. The weather turned nasty. The wind was cold and raining. We went for a walk, but with this percale ride consisted of a door out of the station and enter another, with humorous laughter on our part. We took another train to Roskilde (in this part of the route must cross a bridge sets world's longest tunnel, the Bælt Store, an impressive construction.) In Roskilde five little minutes more and we hope eventually caught the train that took us to our Korallen wanted.

- THE STORE OF BÆLT-MEGAPUENTE

Since that day, several events have occurred. One was the farewell of Vianney, who travels to France on their own feet or by bureaucratic problems, will be repatriated. It was a very enjoyable fiestecilla consisting of dinner and a water fight. Yesterday we also had warned that there was a party at RUC. I did not want to go, but, pressured by Pasquale, we approach. Luckily the party was over, so we went back to Korallen, anger and I relieved.
ago a couple of days I went with Pasquale to the mall because he had seemed a skateboard ("... whether young children can do for me will be even easier. ") Broke it in situ, three minutes after buying it, as he proved in a parking lot. Doth it and bought another. Hours later, when just out of plastic, Vianney was assembled and destroyed it. One more reason to continue the perpetual unhappiness Pasquale.
And the days keep passing, and after tomorrow I go to the university's international office in July to say that the room can give 32 to another.

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Blue Nights (Part 2 of 3)

next day breakfast coffee and pastries purchased the pool, and we took the little train to Hjørring. From there we took a train to Frederikshavn, where Mike came across with a partner who had not seen since the first race, and from Frederikshavn caught a third train to Skagen, the northernmost town of Denmark (excluding Greenland and the islands Faroe).
Skagen, we as a people is quite birrioso, is known for Grenen, an elongated beach into the ocean, separating the northern Baltic Sea. These two seas at the end of this spit of sand, creating a curious effect on the waves and tides a strange sound coming in opposite directions. I guess it will also create dangerous undercurrents, the beach because there were several signs warning of danger of death to the unfortunate who dared to swim.

There is a march of four or five miles from Skagen to Grenada, you have to do on foot. On the way I found a great map of Norway. Just before the end is the lighthouse. I went to look around, and discovered it could raise ten-crown coin. No one was paid, but a piggy bank. I paid (not because I are spreading the honesty Danish but because there were several Danish side and would not look bad), and climbed to the top of a vertiginous spiral staircase. The views were breathtaking, but ended up taking more photos the complex set of lenses the beacon (beacon that the data is there, it was made in Paris).
I went down again and, barefoot and alone, I did the last stretch to the point where two oceans collide. There I met again with the rest of the team. We hang the coats and sweaters on the rack (the rack was a dead tree, is that we're sticking functionalism), we take the towels to the beach, and eat sandwiches.

- THE most extreme point of Grenada and, therefore, of Denmark -

After lunch we take a little sun and play with the spades. Began to intensify the cold, so things picked up and returned to the village. The group split. Some girls, frightened by the cold and the duration of the march, decided to return in a tractorcillo he had and led people. Those who returned were walking accumulating pieces of wood in a bucket for later bonfire (fire that excuse that reveals the future, was not carried out) and climb the lighthouse.
As we waited in the rain in Skagen we take a coffee in a bar (and chips left over to them earlier occupants of the table). Then, more trains: from Skagen to Frederikshavn in Frederikshavn Hjørring. In Hjørring we have a walk. The village was very nice, with many sculptures on the street and quite animated. At the station, while waiting, and Mike played Josema blades a few meters from the tracks.
In Hirtshals we expected a breathtaking sunset and dinner. Then we went to the hostel common room, where there were some Danes sitting on sofas, with the table full of French fries and Cokes, watching Eurovision. Enthusiastic welcome to Denmark and Spain, and they (would have fifty or sixty years) did the same, with more courtesy that enthusiasm. In applauded scores points were given to both countries, and also of Norway, which is spreading the feeling we Scandinavia. When the show ended, and with nothing better to do, we went to the room where I told jokes until everyone is asleep. And then I fell asleep.

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Blue Nights (Part 1 of 3)

I spent a couple of days in Jutland. Well, I spent a short week ago, but I take liberty to discuss it with more temporal proximity, because time is malleable, as we know we have seen the amazing final episode of the fifth season of LOST.
We left a sunny morning with our backpacks loaded with two baskets full of food Fakta unhealthy purchased by the pool. We had an InterRail ticket that allowed us, in less than six hours to reach the other side of the country, Hjørring city in Jutland. The trip was very peaceful. The landscape was monotonous but beautiful: grass and more meadows, occasional grove, tiny villages and scattered houses. On the train we were laughing a lot, playing with names of other people beat us in front and we had to guess who we were (this child may seem, offers plenty of twisted minds as a ours).

We, as I say, Hjørring, where we caught a little train station to our people, Hirtshals. This second train was more like a bus, was empty and had to ask the stops hitting a button. What function these Danes.
Hirtshals is a small but important because of its port, many ships coming from Norway. So every time we looked we saw huge sea ferries and the occasional freighter arriving or leaving. A sea very nice, by the way, when the sun took much longer to wear. We walked to our hotel, which was at the end of a row houses that overlooked the beach. We took our room and went down to the sand. I guess
know that, as in winter the sun never went Kiruna in summer never will. In Hirtshals the sun set, but the light of day was never going down. The sun set at 9.34, and the sky went orange and violet colored midnight. So yes I thought would be completely black, but it was not, the purple horizon continued until, at about 2.30, was beginning to clear. But one thing.

saw the sunset from the lighthouse of the town, which is very beautiful and is surrounded by bunkers underground. Then we went back to the hotel and had dinner with tomato rice. There were two teams, the chefs and the sinks, telling me in the latter.
The expedition members were Fer, Eva, Paula, Josema, Blanca, Maite, Mike, Sandra (the only non-English, poor) and me.
Once dry the dishes, we went to the beach to watch the stars and try to ignite a fire. Despite the availability of toilet paper the hotel, it was impossible, because straw and wood were very wet. Ice cream, went to the hotel and slept in our bed each and God in everyone.

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Tour Copenhagen

Yesterday was very entertaining. At noon, Josema, Sam, Fer and I took the bikes and headed to Copenhagen. I guess that you will have lost track of my bike. I will make a brief flashback of what happened to her. Yuuuummmmm ...
My bike was engaged in Christiania, and I had lost the key to the lock. I was afraid to take her in case anyone thought that was stealing and hit me or beat me throwing a hand grenade. One day, however, I jumped and grabbed her and took her to Trekroner. On the way I got the ride of stupidity of the lock as believing that reompería. It was, as I say, stupid. The chain is caught in the sprocket and the spokes are twisted. I left my bike next to the station and there still poor, useless, serving multiple spiders accommodation until the rust consume.
Yuuuuuummm. I pedaled the bike of Jesus, a very nice Australian girl. Halfway up to Ålholm (put my name because I like to write that A rare), we stayed with the girls. Sam turned to Trekroner and Josema, Per and I were craving something to eat. We went to the supermarket with the humble intention to buy some chips. I do not know what happened to us, suddenly we entered a consumerist lust uncontrollable and just buy Toblerone, Cokes, candy, cookies, bananas, grapes, and even a cucumber. We left, and two sips of Coke after discovered that we were inflated and had been in a state of total insanity. They
Eva and Blanche, and to resume the road. We arrived safely at the town hall square in Copenhagen, and we turned toward the beach Amager. Suddenly, as we cross the bridge Langebro (which occupy the top 11 on my list), suna an alarm. We stand in the way a fence with intermittent lights. We stopped, confused. Begins to build a squad of cyclists and cars. Then, before our astonished eyes, the bridge starts to rise before us, to be almost perpendicular to the ground. Falls off all dust. And a piece of boat crosses the bridge the gap left. Then Gently, the pavement regains its flat, raise the fence, and traffic began flowing again. We stayed a little longer on the bridge, watching the horizon Knippelsbro how the bridge (as 5) is opened to let the freighter. Then continue the adventure. We stayed with Rocío
at the door of a Fakta in Amagerbro (the neighborhood of the University). As we waited and ate Doritos, I saw a guy who was very familiar. I followed him. Started walking in the opposite direction, and then approached him and asked if he had acted in "The Boss of It All", one of von Trier's films. The guy I mumbled yes. I say that the film is very good, but he passed me and leaves. Then it happens again, but not looking at me. Then back again. What guy rarer, male, I thought. There were also a couple of guys with earphones and microphones. With the fly behind the ear, we look around us, until we saw on a balcony on a film camera. Everything fell into place. The actor in question, Jens Albinus, one of the actors who usually hire Lars von Trier, was in the middle of a recording, hence the brevity and for its brown clothing. How exciting.
order not to prevent more shooting, we went to our destination: the beach. We take chocolate chip cookies, bananas and grapes, and then went outside the airport to watch planes land. There's a place you see them pass a stone's throw over your head.
bike yet, we returned to Christiania, where we chatted a while. Without incident to report, I returned to Korallen and with a severe stomach pain caused by my diet messy, I fell asleep. Celia
dreamed I would fall off the roof of Black Diamond, do not ask me why. Goodbye.

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tuenti The offensive insinuation exclusive Miriam

- LOS DOS PABLOS, ANA & ME, ONE OF THE 9 DAYS WERE HERE -

Interestingly
I've done at this time. This is what suggests the tuenti me to tell me to change my state, which has two hundred and fifty days being "I'm in Roskilde.
In recent days, for example, have taken two scares me to death. One was a large spider that I crossed an empty street on a cold night Korallen again. The other shock was the first Wednesday of May, being with my friends. It was raining and cold and wind. A mediamañana suddenly sounds a piercing sound and fierce. Afraid, I go outside. It's a sound so grave that appears to come from nowhere but the sky itself. Stops. Five minutes later, the siren (Because it sounded like a siren) resumes. As I run through the halls of Korallen, I am thinking something dodgy has happened in the world (which took off two hundred and fifty days) and the bellicose Denmark has gone to war with another country. I think sending a text message of farewell to my family, but the siren stops. Five minutes later
resumes, this time in a more profound and sinister. The parka should be ready to fly over our heads. I go to the Danish Kitchen. There are several quiet Danish television. These Danes are quiet even in wartime. I wonder what the hell happens to me and say that every year, the first Wednesday of May testa throughout the country the air-raid sirens to ensure its proper functioning.
Yes it works, dammit.

- YOUR CHILD AND / O / U / E BROTHER AND / O / U / E NEPHEW AND / O / U / E NIETO Y / O / U / E AMIGO Y / O / U / RICARDO E ENEMY playing harmonica -

More interesting things have happened. The next day we went to Hillerød, to see the castle and wander around. The fact is that without eating or drinking, we were stuck in a conciertillo offered by a septuagenarian choir, singing patriotic and religious themes with their angelic voices. The audience also consisted of a lot the seventies, with their blankets over their legs (it was on the terrace of a coffee) and pastries. And we there with our pints shaggy, that in our lives we will be an equal. They had a slip of paper with the lyrics of songs and we even dared to sing a paragraph unintelligible.

- ANA, PAUL AND PAUL IN THE BEACH OF ROSKILDE -

Another day we went to Tivoli. I bought the multi-ticket, or to get on whatever I wanted. Comprártelo is useful if you want to ride in more than three attractions, because each ride costs 60 crowns and multi-ultra-ticket costs 200. Using accounts approximately, we got two free-fall times, twice in the supercolumpio rotating once on the throne of Pacal (with consequences most dire reasons emetics), entered a home with funny tests in a very buggy Suavito to counter, and nine times in the roller coaster. It was a fun afternoon. Then we went to Christiania to buy sixteen chocolate chip cookies, that my friends liked them.
Tivoli next day my friends left, taking the plane just barely. My room has regained some order, but chaos and dirt are still the dominant norm. After several days of wind and rain, yesterday the sun shone again. Evening was Marianne's birthday and we celebrated with a meal he ate so much that he almost created a black hole in my stomach. I prepared a very rich strawberry milkshake, and I had the cunning to hold back for a drink in the room this morning I came from knob. The party ended at dawn, that is, at 3.30 am.

- Mariangela, PASQUALE, FER Y YO. EYE TO MY NEW SHIRT -

Well, I'm going to walk around the lake with Pasquale. Although maybe I should rethink this plan and devote myself to clean. The alfrombra oozes filth. I'll see what I do. Goodbye.

Red Spot On Nose That Won't Go Away

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