Marathon smoke dreams

Wieder da! I'm here once again after a long break because of lack of time as well as of concentration, the marathon weekend and one school group after the other are reason enough not to keep the head on your shoulders, anyway it was nice. Our dear Haile has won the first price once again

ad and the city has enjoyed the marathon euphoria in a wonderful late summer weekend, so warm and sunny that the marathon runners for sure had NOT really appreciated!

But why is it that generally those few skinny african guys manage to win the marathon against thousands of europeans? Well the answer may be really simple as well as delightful: the skinny africans are used to run for their lives, meanwhile the europeans are used to sit in a waiting-room to receive their social assistance. Life can be so simple!!

I can imagine you are asking yourself if I have run the marathon, well the answer is simple: NO FUCKING WAY! Running has never been my speciality , why the hurry? I admit it seems to be big fun to run the marathon and every year when I watch the runners on the Ku'damm I feel tempted to do it some day in my life, but then I think that day would be very probably the last day of my worthless life so there is no point to risk even such a meaningless existence. I better keep watching every year the marathon from the sidewalk of the Ku'damm, cheering up the runners and listening the music. There is no harm in it, is there?

To be brief: I'm on the track again to continue the main issue of this blog: why a second chance? I'm aware nobody is reading this shit but I'll keep writting anyway, may be one day by accident someone opens it and drops some dirty comments or tastless jokes, who knows. For that reason I have to write in order not to disapoint the potential improbable intruders of my blog!

Messing around

But wait a moment no so fast! Before going on with the "second chance thing", we have to clear out why do I dare to ask for it or better said why do I affirm that it was a big shit in the past.

I was born with really good chances in a middle class family in Mexico City, what is considered a real privilege (although I don't quite understand why because actually millions of people in Mexico are born in a middle class family to disapoint the europeans and americans who like to think that in Mexico everybody is born in a slum far away from the western civilisation living in caves, trees or abandoned containers). Let me begin with the educational aspect: private kindergarten located in a very nice art-deco district of the city, in a little charming house (replica of Heidi's cottage) with a beautiful garden managed by very nice chic ladies of a wealthy family with good maners and streng character

(with a noticeable affection for the german culture by the way) well skilled to oppress disobedient children (as they used to do with their owns). Elementary, secundary and high school in private catholic schools,twelve years of over protected classrooms, well dressed good smelling classmates, fenced yards to keep out strange people; the world could only be BEAUTIFUL!!

Of course holidays in Acapulco, Zihuatanejo, Disneyland and the unavoidable two months english summer course in Cambridge after six years in a private english academy supported by the British Council in Mexico. Could you ask for anythig better? Well yes it is always possible to get more and more, but I have to admit that it was really good even better than the average, no reason to complain about!

Don't forget the university please! Ok it was a public one but it was the best public one: Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México, wonderful! It was a really brilliant carrier, the best notes, lauded from many teachers, popular among students, graduated with a brilliant exam. Those were four wonderful years!

Grown up in an extremely normal family, so fucking normal that it could be even considered abnormal: no divorced parents neither even for a while separated, no relatives with drugs or alcohol problems, no hippies/punks/rastas/darkies/or similars, no antisocial brothers, no pregnant sisters at 16, no rock bands in the garage, no grandparents in a psichiatrical clinic, not even the minor signal of a possible social disfunction, nada, nichts, niente, rien!

It was the perfect enviroment for the "mexican dream" (yes there is something like that, not only the americans have "standard dreams").

So you may be asking what could have gone wrong? Hummm...missing something? Have you read here something like "successful among girls...gratifying normal sexual life...charming playboy...lovely beautiful girlfriend in the highschool years". Well guess what: I'm gay, that's the answer!

(To be contiued...!!!!!!)

At the beginning was nothing

Look guys I'm going to write (or try to write) this blog in english although it's not my mother tongue, anyway I want people in Mexico (my home land), Germany and some other countries to read it. If I do it in spanish I would be excluding the german readers, since I live in Berlin and I have become a german citizen (on July 15 of 2009), I don't want to leave the germans away. My english is everything but perfect, anyway I will manage to make myself clear and some times I will dare to write also in spanish and even in german, and very probably I will mix more than once english and german, so please be patience and tolerant while reading!

"At the beginning was nothing" is for me the proper title for the first post of this blog not just because it is the beginning of something completely new, but also because of the issue of this blog. Don't worry it's nothing terrible or subversive, is just that I feel I'm beginning from zero or better let's say I would like this moment to be my "ground zero", the destruction of something previous and the creation of something new.

Why? Because if I were given the opportunity to write my "memoires" right now I wouldn't be able to write even a simple fucking line! Because there is nothing I would like to remember and print on the paper, I would prefer rather to forget all the shit I have done in the past. Wouldn't it be great if we were given a second chance in a certain moment of our lives? Well that's what I'm trying to do in this very moment, to get my second chance an rearrange my life from the beginning. How? Keep reading!