Monday, July 6, 2009
Blank Pocket Envelopes
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.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
How Much Is Topsy Turvy Cake Cost
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.
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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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.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Dv-2100 Says Sd Card Locked
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).
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.Friday, July 3, 2009
Ftse 250 List By Market Cap
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.
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.
counting on the festival and my last days in Denmark, but for now I have to say being an incredible experience and somewhat surreal.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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.