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It took me a long time to find it, but I finally got it. I needed to find a special place for me in the city. A place where I could go alone and relax, be with my thoughts, be able to draw a little, or just be watching people pass by, nothing more.

One of the places where you can have a drink and enjoy the environment

The truth is that I’ve had my eye on this place before, I don’t know why, but I didn’t dare come in. From the outside it wasn’t clear to me what kind of space it was, I mean that I wasn’t able to know if it was a space open to the general public or on the contrary I belonged to some kind of association that restricted access. I was only able to see the corner of a beautiful garden.

The posters outside spoke of different types of courses and activities – all this according to my poor understanding of German.

But there it was. Every day on my way back from class, I would walk through the door and always have a look. Certain details seemed to indicate that it was a place open to everyone. From the street I could clearly see several tables and some beautiful Japanese umbrellas, which in my opinion indicated that it was some kind of drinking place. But you never saw many people, which was strange to me because it seemed like a very cozy place.

This is what you could see from the outside.

I don’t know why, but I didn’t dare go through the door, shame, shyness, the language problem, I don’t know. The point is that I didn’t go through the door.

Of course, the day came to cross that entrance, but surely now I would not be writing this.

During the month of July one of my companions of adventures in this Exchange left. She finished her experience here and we all got together one last time. The farewell ritual and, well, to take stock of all those things we’ve lived together. It was the first one that ended and left.

I have to admit that it wasn’t my decision, but hers. In the most natural way she asked me: -If we take something here?

-I don’t know if it’s a place to take something, it’s not clear to me.

The simple answer she gave me still stings.

-Then we went in and asked.

The doors of the special place opened.

-Of course, go ahead, of course you can have something, whatever you want: coffee, tea, some juice,…

And it was worth going in.

Another nice corner

It’s a small corner that belongs to an academy gallery, that’s why the posters. There they celebrate acts related to the gallery as inaugurations. But when they don’t have any event, it’s open to the general public.

It is a small corner where everything invites you to sit down and have good conversations. In winter they light the fireplace and there is a space surrounded by sofas. Good music and no stridency, something I love. And of course, there are plenty of places to look and lose yourself. Each table is different and has its own personality. Sculptures, jewelry, small objects such as small orange porcelain fishes, furniture… there is everything and everything deserves a moment of attention.

After this first day, I have repeated several. Alone, with my notebook. I chose a table and sat down. I let myself be enveloped by the atmosphere, without haste, with nothing to do. Simply to be.

One more corner, no matter where I look, I love this place.
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What a mess! If they tell me, I don’t believe it. Me writing, and also writing essays of more than five hundred words and voluntarily. I can’t believe it! But these are the consequences of wanting to start working with what are called blogs and having a presence in cyberspace. It’s almost like going back to high school when the teacher asked you to write a paper about what he had been explaining that week and gave you a deadline and you needed a minimum of words, and no mistakes!

I admit that in the first attempt I made, and in some others as well, I couldn’t stop counting the number of words I had at each moment. That’s what keeps me writing on paper. The keyboard and I don’t get along very well, and I always have the feeling that I’m getting more messed up.

So here I am saying words like absolute novice in these lides. There are days when everything seems to flow and others when each word costs a world.

Organizing, structuring, syntax or evil spelling are some of the things I’m going to have to deal with now and unfortunately they’ve never been good friends of mine. But this time I’m going to make it.

I imagine that like anything else we propose, everything is a matter of practice. Not to be too hard on yourself but to keep trying day by day. Only then will I begin to improve and to make it easier and more fluid.

I find it curious to see how I can always talk to myself about anything, but when I want to choose a topic so that I can write about it, none comes to mind. So I’ve started to make a list of possible topics for when I can’t think of anything.

For the zotes like me who suspended spelling as true professionals, technology has made our lives enormously easier, and although we have to be careful – Mr. Google is not all powerful and is wrong – we have an important part already done by the computer itself.

But what about the structure? How can I not get lost in my own ideas?

I know many people will find this ridiculous, but for my five hundred or more words it’s a whole world to lose myself in, to change my mind or to conclude about onions when I started talking about trucks. Because, of course, people study to be able to write well, and they are not easy careers.

Becoming a Maruja Torres or an Elvira Lindo is an arduous and very laborious path. You take a book or a press article or a blog, for example, and everything seems very simple. One person sat down and began to put a word behind the other and voilá, that’s it. But this has nothing to do with reality, where you have to structure, write, correct and restructure, change, write and correct. So until everything takes shape and it seems that it was always like that.

It reminds me of when I build my pieces, trying to make the ending seem as simple as possible, but of course, that’s my language. With words I will have to work hard, learn their rules and regulations, to get to know each other and recognize each other little by little. So even who knows where. And all this is 572 words.