Surrealist

Finally, I won't comment any further on the events of Spain, at least, at the moment. I have the feeling that I am missing all the important points. I am getting behind, new names unknown and, more interesting than things happening to the country are, perhaps, things happening within the socialist party.

So, let's get back to the origins.

There is this guy, C., in the Department. Almost every contact I have with him is surrealistic. Yesterday, we had a cup of coffee in a pretentious room for staff, and told me his difficult -and morbid, I would say- situation with his girlfriend back in his country, 12 years younger, mainly because her older brothers. I mean, in a sense I was flattered, like this kind of stuff, anyway. Hope I did not say anything wrong and I wish him luck.

Today, it was funny... . In the main hall of Engineering there was a large, huge display of trays with food, sandwiches all arranged in long trays. (There are always people up to something. Last weekend, the rooms in the ground floor served as movie theaters for the open-city, international documentary contest). So, C. and another guy I had never seen before where eating in the office one of these trays with, let's say, twenty or twenty-five sandwiches, in full silence and full smell. "Alberto", he says as I enter the room, "pleaz, eat. Otherwise, tomorrow it will go off".

Surrealistic, don't you think? A Cosmo Kramer type of scene with his friend Bob Sacamano... . Ha, ha, ha. It's just funny.

God, please, give me the patience to see around me, to learn and to understand... And, if possible, grant me the gift of being around the normal people as well.

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