Last saturday evening I was in the marriage of Jorge Vázquez, one of my best friends in the Civil Engineers School (mental note: I must pass mentest on myself: until friday, I though the celebration would be on Sunday in the morning). These are funny events to meet with friends that we don’t usually meet. We laugh, we dance,we (tried) to make advances… (mental note: if my religion forbid me to be drunk, it’s advisable I should take dance lessons) The situation was pushing me to remember a great Spanish comedy, “El año de la garrapata” (The year of the tick), some of us working, buying flats and cars, and getting married, some of us, single students and living from the people around, freaking to the raise.
But I remember too another marriage in Michael Cimino’s “The deer hunter”. Maybe it’s time to get the life more seriously. It’s time to left behind the University, to live in agreement to my age… fast, agressive, intense, ever, of course 