Today I decided to be the first day of the rest of my life, so I had to use my cubicle. It has been some delays on the project I am in, and that has been lovely absolutely lovely, I had time for wandering around, write and going nuts in a different country.

When I got here (the postgraduate office) I thought: OMG what is wrong with this people? Nobody talks… the office is absolute silent, they work, they actually work and of course they don’t say hello…I was traumatized by the Amherst’s way of not saying hello and I can see now from where did they get it…

What a welcome after two hours… two hours riding the stupid bus, welcome to the City and have an nice day!, actually were 3 buses, but this is going to end tomorrow I am buying the monthly pass that allows me to travel the whole city in any way of transportation existent. I can wait for the scientists to invent a way for humans to travel through optic fiber; you could read your email and stumbling upon while your going to your job. Heyyy I thought about it first!!!

Going back to the subject, Jesus!!! What is wrong with these people? Can you believe that I miss SoCo (South College, for those who are not familiar with it, is the cozy filthy place Anthropology graduate students call home back in Amherst) I even miss the pee leaking down from the ceiling and the Asbestos sign in the bathroom. I refused to believe I will ever say that but everything is in perspective now…Ok is this the way is going to be? You don’t mind me I don’t mind you, so First World.

If this office were in Mexico, we would be watching the World Cup drinking smuggled beer hidden in color sport bottles. Mexico is great!!! You should go to Cancun and live La Vida Loca, that is my recommendation for today.

I have no internet at home did I mentioned it before? Hahaha nor here, they want me to pay for it, since I am not a privileged UCL student who... by the way, don’t pay fees, Damn money!!!.

My baby sister got her first good paid job (in Mexican standards) and we were discussing this, now she understands why people become compulsive shoppers, money is evil!!!. The thing is, if I don’t pay the services I don’t get them, lovely capitalism. Well… in a sense they are right, I am a visitor whatever you wanna call it and I don’t pay a penny, but how do they expect me to work without internet?… Oohhh shit I just realized they want me to work!!! “The honeymoon is over”

Yesterday, I saw the best thing ever…coming back from a meeting with a group of Bangladeshis, who by the way, were more friendly and open that I was expecting, I stopped at the British Library which is stoning and they have an exhibition called: The Front Page, is a collection of more than 100 years of British Newspapers. Is basically 100 years of history there in my face…I wanted it to jump!!! But I didn’t I am too shy.

I clandestinely took two pictures (hhaaaa I got them!!!): 1) the front page of Gandhi’s assassination and 2) John Lennon’s death (for 1/2 farlos), both deaths I was in that mood yesterday. I saw the front page of: the man on the moon, the first tube baby, the first clonation, Dolly, the decoding (not the Da vinci code) of DNA, accidents, disasters, serial killers, two World Wars, Sexual Scandals, The Iron Lady, Martin Luther King, Elvis Presley, The shooting of the Pope, Diana, Camilla, the Queen, the Kennedys… Incredible actually I dreamt about it…It is official I was not popular in High School.




I spotted a sign that said WiFi at the library, heyyy I am in Heaven, I ran and ask the guardian if the Wireless connection was for free, and in the most humiliating tone said: Free? there's nothing free in England, I reply yeee I can tell...I left before he continued his observations...




I swam 13 double laps…26 single who said bees are not good in math? I am so tired today, but I was so happy swimming and so desperate to move after the long hours in the bus, still I am not ready to tell you my waxing my bikini area story…

By the way, me dearest cousin dreamt with me two nights ago and he doesn’t want to tell me about it, hey J he is afraid of our super dream interpretative powers, Long life to Jeremy Taylor!