Saturday, June 26, 2010

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What is hot in Jinan. The Chinese real estate knows no mercy. Then, in practice, it is also the season where it rains more: cyclically alternate days where it seems to me to live in an oven, then the sky is, for a day or two, the ominous cloud cover is watching us, some thunder and then suddenly down with the rain as if thrown buckets. Meanwhile, I have succumbed to the sinful pleasure of air conditioning in the room I caught a cold, I feel his right eye swollen and sometimes I go down a tear. My countdown manual on MSN and QQ minus eleven days to return to Italy. By friends

semi-unknown chat I received a job offer: to teach for five months in Hubei, in Shiyan. A place very "remote", a town grew up in the mountains because that's where Mao, the great helmsman, he decided to place a factory drive. Isolated from the rest because he feared that the Russians bombard the bad guys.
I thought about it, whether to go or not, I asked for advice, I have valued the two possible paths and how to deal with bank, post office, tickets in either case. And I think about it yet, but time is running out on both sides have not yet pulled out a shred of contract. What I see as unlikely, now, I'm sorry but it is also true that the desire to return home there.

After two years, last Sunday, I restored the HSK examination. This time alone, without Elisabeth, Eva and Diego, with no bus to take us to the testing center because I did at university, there where I was the Chinese lessons. I subscribed to examine a sort of competition with myself, I doubt that I serve in some way in terms of business ... but the hope is the last to die. I had a little 'wink examination of why, after the luck of the sixth level used in 2008, I feared the possibility of not to exceed the previous exam scores, finished the exam I had a great sense of relief. It seemed, well, easy. Most of the book on which I am prepared, from the level of the lessons that followed the university. It seemed an easy test that I have faced two years ago in a spirit of adventure, giving me blind on the applications as an Indian in the wild west, turning pale and racked my brains in front of the meninges the difficulty of songs to listen to and which ones to read. And this is my great satisfaction that a numerical rating can never diminish (well, if I take the exam less than two years ago to go hide in a ditch, but I find it unlikely).

And then another return, another year past and the uncertainty of what will happen. I feel sad to leave the idea very much. Regarding the photos of these two years, and I think the intensity of these two years is not just a feeling but was proven by the photos themselves. Abraham Lincoln said that everyone is responsible for its appearance after 40 years. I like to see the difference on my face after this (well, except for the untimely death of Most of my hair, sigh).

More pleasant updates in recent days:
I came close with a Japanese eat kebabs after liter of beer went into his room to try 烧酒 (friends Shochu, apparently), I'm back in the room and almost I could not remember my name, I think I have never been so bad for drinking. Eh, targets to be proud of. The next day I went to promote the course to study in Italy (half died of cold after-drunk +) was a EvenTone, met a lot of university students to procure, in his little has been exciting. In short then, there were lots of parents with their children to speak their future, between those who remember a mother that her son wanted to study cooking. Are being seen a lot of wheeling and dealing between the bank and, who knows they came out ... I feel nervous breakdown involves you menacingly. I had another job, are a bit 'optimistic and a bit' confused, as usual. This time I'm also sorry for asking too much money, I'm an idiot.
I've been to the post office to send a package of 18 pounds and have happened all the colors of the most salient: After inserting the tide of stuff and turned over the package with adhesive tape on all sides when I go to send a colleague next is, 'Oh, in Italy? then you have to write everything precisely correct 'then mystical crisis, and we started to create something that was more or less. "The books weigh?" I asked the girl? and I said "Well, almost all the weight of the books, weighs almost nothing else ..." the girl says 10 pounds, with the result that I later discovered that weighs a pound a pillow, two pairs of shoes three pounds. Not content to come home I receive a phone call: I am the lady of the post, but I wanted to know the money I gave them the box? And I, uh, yeah. and her: ah ok.
And that's China.

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