My days in London are counted, I feel an immense sadness when I think I have to go, even when so many times I thought “I am not going to make it”, even with the depression and stress, London for me has been much more than a learning experience and it is really hard to describe it.
I don’t want to get in the sad mood so, I will continue enjoy my time here, by the way I am a victim of the flu and I feel terrible, so if this post doesn’t make any sense, this time I can blame the flu.
My dear friend Kay, asked me to go to the art sale of the Royal College of Arts, and that is the reason I have the flu. This is an annual event when all the students are ask to make a postcard. The postcards are sale as a fundraiser for charity.
She asked me to go super early, ye ye in the first train, but London is London and it has been raining like crazy, so I could managed to get there by 7:30am I didn’t believe her, it is the same feeling as Black Friday, but with super expensive postcards.
The place is magnificent across the Albert Hall and the Albert Monument gorgeous!!!, I was walking walking I couldn’t give credit, I almost walk out, it was a queue (I don’t say line, anymore) of at least 3 blocks!!! I calculate two hundred persons per block…600, and there only 2000 postcards. Kay gave me a list of 100 numbers, her choices…I thought ok she exaggerates, OMG!!!! the weather, the long hours, man…It was endless and very complicated because is England and in England everything is complicated hahaha…
I queued for at least 4 hours before I could enter the building, it rained, I made friends with the people in the queue, we drank coffee that somebody volunteered to go and get it, we laughed, we bitched, it was nice at least. It super rained on us, and that is the reason of my illness.
Once there you have to manage your numbers and be sure that they are available. Gosh!! How stressful the screen is super small and with my sight, the number she gave me are not in order, I was dying…I got to the cashier with only two numbers of four she wanted.
I bought what I found, and the whole thing is the chance of picking a piece of a famous-to-be-artist, I got out there tired, wet, cold, and hungry as hell at 2:00 in the afternoon, with two postcards for £35 each…
I don’t want to get in the sad mood so, I will continue enjoy my time here, by the way I am a victim of the flu and I feel terrible, so if this post doesn’t make any sense, this time I can blame the flu.
My dear friend Kay, asked me to go to the art sale of the Royal College of Arts, and that is the reason I have the flu. This is an annual event when all the students are ask to make a postcard. The postcards are sale as a fundraiser for charity.
She asked me to go super early, ye ye in the first train, but London is London and it has been raining like crazy, so I could managed to get there by 7:30am I didn’t believe her, it is the same feeling as Black Friday, but with super expensive postcards.
The place is magnificent across the Albert Hall and the Albert Monument gorgeous!!!, I was walking walking I couldn’t give credit, I almost walk out, it was a queue (I don’t say line, anymore) of at least 3 blocks!!! I calculate two hundred persons per block…600, and there only 2000 postcards. Kay gave me a list of 100 numbers, her choices…I thought ok she exaggerates, OMG!!!! the weather, the long hours, man…It was endless and very complicated because is England and in England everything is complicated hahaha…
I queued for at least 4 hours before I could enter the building, it rained, I made friends with the people in the queue, we drank coffee that somebody volunteered to go and get it, we laughed, we bitched, it was nice at least. It super rained on us, and that is the reason of my illness.
Once there you have to manage your numbers and be sure that they are available. Gosh!! How stressful the screen is super small and with my sight, the number she gave me are not in order, I was dying…I got to the cashier with only two numbers of four she wanted.
I bought what I found, and the whole thing is the chance of picking a piece of a famous-to-be-artist, I got out there tired, wet, cold, and hungry as hell at 2:00 in the afternoon, with two postcards for £35 each…
posted by Abejilla at 10:16 AM
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with flu....but in the end...youre feeling something....
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