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Alps is amazing....The villages in Alps are more Austria's style, though it is in Fliuli, Italy. I love Alps!

Quisiera poder teletransportarme de la oficina directo a casa. No fui criado para habitar con las palomas. Ni para soportar los boludos con complejos de inferioridad que pintan un segundo de mi existir con un ruido muy fuerte y motorizado. Qué pelotudos de mierda.

A veces todo movimiento frente a mis ojos se vuelve algo hostil e inaguantable. Pero yo digo ahora eh, en el bondi vuelta a casa, ver la repetición de rayas en el asfalto hace algún cortocircuito en mi cabeza y me siento mal. Es como si necesitase estar colgado de algo inmóvil. Como si necesitase una crucifixión de mis sentidos.

Mis sentidos deben ser crucificados a veces, para salvaguardar mi bienestar.

Being watchful over sheep.

Yeah you're being watchful over sheep, aren't you? Of course you are, you bloody bastard, that's what you're supposed to do. You are watchful over sheep as though I was not a liberation to the relationship between them and the land. If you knew me, if you knew my intentions, you would deliver your sheep to me.

Porque los corderos que yo acecho, se entregan solitos a su liberación ;)

And no, I am not the wolf. I am far from being the wolf.
Until I am ;D

There are several stories about me becoming the wolf, and I don't know what's all the fuss about, since me becoming the wolf has been described as, well...

AND THEN EVERYBODY GOES "omg why? why you became the wolf and why do you howl and scream and bite, and lick, and then bite some more and lick, running your tongue all over, being a wolf??

" . Cos that what wolves do" , I say.

I am a wolf. I said I wasn't, but now I am. And the pigeons, the pigeons I was talking about in the begining, I don't like them, cos, see, us wolves we don't like pigeons, and we don't like cities. Wolves dislike Buenos Aires, they belong to wherever is colder, to wherever is darker. I am a wolf and I show my teeth to the people riding this bus. That's what wolves do.

I am a wolf and I smell the fish around and think of delicious crime. I am cheeky and shameless, and I know many fun things ;)

Argentina is a country for wolves. Argentina is not a country for wolves. Do you know of any other country for wolves?

Look at him crying. And look at the other one being violent. Look at me being peaceful.

It got dark. It always gets dark. What's the f*cking point in it? It just, got, f*cking, dark. And this place, is completely different at night, as it is at day. Which brings me to the conclusion that I must look for answers.

BUT BEWARE, I HAVE BEEN RECEIVING ANSWERS FROM SOMEONE. And if we're able to pull this up, it will be a success!


I have decided it's time to re-invent myself.

Again I have the urge to look at everyone and connect, but I am not of their kind today. Over 40 people in the bus, and no one I can connect to.

I am the black sheep. I am the wolf. Black sheep, wolf. I am wearing a black shirt today, I am the black sheep. I am bad, but I am better.

This wolf is getting back home. I didn't get my day off tomorrow, grrr! *wolf growl* but I get monday and tuesday off!

Well after a long wait due to covid ,i have decided to prep the car in readiness for a road trip to the UK,
besides driving essentials and just in case tool kit , my kettle and English teabags will be safely stowed away ,don,t get me wrong Autobahn coffee is ok but the rest areas with the most scenic views are not near service stations ,
and as times have now changed ,then the trip is not as straight forward as it used to be ,
as now i have to cross 5 closed borders and 3 open borders ,the closed borders can be a ten minute crossing or a 3 hour crossing depending on traffic and custom searches ,
driving a European registered car helps a lot ,until they see my passport and then it is usually the same question is this your car ,,so at every border my car docs and green card insurance are always at the ready , thankfully i do not have to go via turkey , as that can be a nightmare of a border to cross ,especially having been refused entry once before, not myself refused entry just my car grrrrr,,and being told to come back in six weeks and we will let the car in ,,and then they put a special stamp on your passport for the car ,which must leave the country when you do , or the fine is around 10,000 euros ,,so a break down is not a option ,,
the very last leg of the journey is by ferry across the English channel which i normally do , but what with brexit then dover customs will surely pull my car in for a search ,,i do not know why but solo drivers always seemed to be pulled in,
so i may take the EURO tunnel train it is twice the cost of the ferry and a lot quicker and the customs check is done in france to avoid delays with unloading the trains ,and i will not make the same mistake as i did on my last visit , which was forgetting to fill the car up in Luxemburg , as the fuel there is the cheapest in Europe ,, and the UK the dearest grrrrr but a full tank will see me through for what i need to do on my stay ,,,,,

I have just booked the flight to Newark Liberty International Airport (3 stars out of 5 on Google) on may 1st, 2020. It's gonna be my first time ever in the US, so I am looking forward to it a lot!

The trip takes me to London, England, where I have a 2 hour layover in Heathrow, before the trip to the USA. MAN I am excited for this! My first ever time in the US, but it's so far away! Time wise, I mean. 10 months away!

Those 10 months have to fly by!

But the main thing is: I am coming to the USA!

Afternoon storms rolled in Thursday and Friday... raining so hard the weather service issued flood warnings in parts of South Florida. I was on the phone with customer service for a cabinet company in Canada and asked how their weather was... "Blizzard, said the customer service representative. "We've got you beat!"
So it's Friday night. I left the office without finishing 2 orders I was in the middle of placing. At some point, I need to get that done before Monday because I have 2 kitchens being installed and have to be out of the office to oversee those projects. One of my associates wants to go in on Sunday, so I'll probably open the place for a few hours. We are pushing to get out 5 custom projects before the end of the year.

Summer is gone and the weather is cooler at night. It's 78F (25.55C) breezy and we've got the windows open. I dislike air conditioning, but when it's 93F outside, we have little choice but to run it.
We declined the company cruise earlier this year because they book the trip when it's cold, windy and the seas are rough. We were in the Bahamas and had to abort 2 of the stops as the waves were so high it was too dangerous for the taxi boats to take us to the island.
Every year, we talk about a weekend road trip... somewhere within a 4 hour drive and never seem to go. The elusive night on the beach at Kokomo resort hasn't happened.

In 1988 the Beach Boys released a song called Kokomo about a fictional resort of the Florida Keys. Some research revealed there really was a Kokomo Island in the Bahamas that was renamed and shortly after the fame of the Beach Boys song, it seems like every resort in the Keys wanted to be called Kokomo.

I suppose when the renovation work is done to my house in Miami and we put it up for sale, it will be time for a weekend... and not just talk about it. Actually, I need to book tickets to China to attend the New Year celebration in January 2020. It's coming up quickly... The year of the rat!



During the renovation in Miami a mouse got into the house. The only food left there were some Chinese Noodles and I see the wrapper was torn away and some of the dry noodles were eaten.

I met someone a long time ago. Years, in fact. I met her at a party through my roomie and his then-girlfriend, who is my friends sister. At first I thought she hated me, but we got to talking, and she's super chilled out and a lot of fun to be with.

We have talked about going on a holiday together, sometime next year. We have a destination in mind: Alanya, Turkey.

She wanted me to go with her on a holiday to Spain a few years ago, but I didn't have the money then. I do now, so it's only fitting that we do something about that. I was not even sure, if she wanted to go on a holiday with me, so I sort of put it aside. Then, I decided to just man up and ask her. So, the other day, I asked hed if she was interested in going on a holiday with me.

She said yes.

Now we just need to find the perfect place, at the perfect price. I am guessing we are gonna get two separate rooms, which works for me. I snore a lot, and I am not sure she wants me to see her in her nightly clothes. I will ask her what she would like to do.

But - so far the holiday location is planned. Now we just need to find the date and the hotel.

(this was a gift frome a friend btw, I know who this is, I just felt very... identified).


I am a sick man. ... I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I believe my liver is diseased. However, I know nothing at all about my disease, and do not know for certain what ails me. I don't consult a doctor for it, and never have, though I have a respect for medicine and doctors. Besides, I am extremely superstitious, sufficiently so to respect medicine, anyway (I am well-educated enough not to be superstitious, but I am superstitious). No, I refuse to consult a doctor from spite. That you probably will not understand. Well, I understand it, though. Of course, I can't explain who it is precisely that I am mortifying in this case by my spite: I am perfectly well aware that I cannot "pay out" the doctors by not consulting them; I know better than anyone that by all this I am only injuring myself and no one else. But still, if I don't consult a doctor it is from spite. My liver is bad, well--let it get worse!

I have been going on like that for a long time--twenty years. Now I am forty. I used to be in the government service, but am no longer. I was a spiteful official. I was rude and took pleasure in being so. I did not take bribes, you see, so I was bound to find a recompense in that, at least. (A poor jest, but I will not scratch it out. I wrote it thinking it would sound very witty; but now that I have seen myself that I only wanted to show off in a despicable way, I will not scratch it out on purpose!)

When petitioners used to come for information to the table at which I sat, I used to grind my teeth at them, and felt intense enjoyment when I succeeded in making anybody unhappy. I almost did succeed. For the most part they were all timid people--of course, they were petitioners. But of the uppish ones there was one officer in particular I could not endure. He simply would not be humble, and clanked his sword in a disgusting way. I carried on a feud with him for eighteen months over that sword. At last I got the better of him. He left off clanking it. That happened in my youth, though.

... we shall meet, I know ––

I remember the images I got this morning.. the old church, the road, her hair. Her golden hair and the white dress. It reminds me of other visions of Denmark and the beat of my heart with her.
I cannot fall asleep without hoping to know of her, of it all...
And today was a day of driving, of moving, of travelling. The places, my childhood. Will you be here? Should I still make my way through ice paths and lost Norths in order to find you? Or will all be waiting right here for me, in the hidden hopes of a heart that has been treading unknown roads?

Today I've been chased by the plants of Bariloche. The trees and bushes, the green pine trees and the snow. It has all been walking with me, talking to me; doing things to me.

I just hope to find you. If ever. I just hope to find all these things I've been needing to say, to take to you. Because if you run in my veins the way you do, you definitely have to be real.

It was dark, today.. and I missed you.

This kid next to me (he's maybe 15?) listening to Snoop Dogg and Dr.Dre and then I thought 'damn,kids listen to shit music' AND THEN I REMEMBER A FEW MONTHS AGO I WAS BUSTING SOME CANADIAN BACK-FLIPS AND 360s AT THE FREESTYLE ICE RAMP TO THE BEAT OF JAY-Z. Not forgetting, I have several friends thirtysome years and really good skateboarders. There's no difference between me and this kid. Maybe my tie and shirt, but we both have the same Converse shoes!
But what the f*ck, he listens to music really loud on those earphones. That can't be healthy.

I need to get a hold on some Nike or Mission skates. If anyone from Canada, USA, Sweden, Finland or Norway plans on coming to Argentina, please let me know!

Did you see that coming?! No, you didn't f*cking see it, did you? You never gonna f*cking know what's gonna happen next with me. Did you think I was coming back to the ice and this time NOT IN ICELAND? Ah? You didn't see it coming :)

'Some sort of connection'. You hear me saying this very often. It's my personal mantra. There's is some sort of connection. Some sorta connecting to the ice. Let it be proclaimed that the ice is now part of my life again. Let the ice come back to me.
This lady, she's got a black watch with white details. I f*cking want it. It's beautiful.
Coming to the ice again. This time I don't have Marcos' company. In fact, this time I don't have anyone from the past. I think I should start looking for teenage time lost friendships or new ones interested in winter sports. Anyone care to join me? ;D

I remember when I dated this girl that looked exactly like Michelle Williams, I remember I started dating her cos of that reason (shallow much?), however now I am watching this changed and ugly version of her, in the same place, at the same time. And so many years after (not that many) I think Oh God. And then some will charge against me and my cruelty; my f*cking shallow cruelty. To what I will explain I'm a human being, mundane and tired, thus I need to rest too, not just contact Heavenly bodies and if you want, once chosen by one of these, only then I'll realise. YOU HAVE TO DESERVE WHAT YOU ASK FOR.
I am sorry you did what you did. I am sorry you made your decisions and not mine. I am sorry you ruined your life and I'm just begining mine. How come are you so stuck with your lives and I can't barely grasp the concept of sticking? And no I did not leave you alone; you just left yourself alone.

I am close to home and that brings peace to my soul. And that peace in my soul brings thoughts to my brain. Thoughts that bring energy to my spirit, which feeds the blood that moves my body. Which direction should I turn?