Monday, June 29, 2009

Sore Red Spots On Roof Of Mouth

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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Saturday, June 27, 2009

Cost Of Iud Mirena In India



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.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Cost Replace Bearings Washing Machine

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.

Monday, June 22, 2009

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.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Laryngitis And Nasal Congestion

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 -

Friday, June 12, 2009

Pakitani Walima Dress

The palmilleras

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.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Sternocleidomastoidear

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.