THE BL**DY ANECDOTE

EN: Warning: This post is over two years old, so it's possible that the views, opinions, links or instructions reflected on it do not correspond with the way I think now or the way things currently work. I have evolved (and so have the World and the Internet), so it might be advisable to just take this entry for a glimpse into the (my) past. :)

ES: Atención: Este artículo tiene más de dos años de antigüedad, de modo que los puntos de vista, opiniones e instrucciones que se vierten en él pueden no corresponder con cómo pienso ahora o cómo funcionan las cosas en la actualidad. He evolucionado (y también lo han hecho el mundo e Internet), así que probablemente lo más recomendable sería entender esta entrada como un simple reflejo del (de mi) pasado. :)

I had had so much fun… Like the other days: with the Erasmus people and some nice others… And then, I went to see those flowers he had told me about -they were beautiful indeed- and when I turned to start my way back home and took my mobile phone to check the time, a bl**dy &%&$% petty thief in a bicycle took it out of my hands…

I ran like mad after him for almost a minute begging him in Polish, English, Spanish and even Italian to give it back to me, but he was a brainless young devil and didn’t give a damn to what I was shouting at him…

There were a few other people in the street too, but they didn’t seem to give a damn either…

There was a moment in which I broke and started crying…

I know, it’s just a stupid phone that only contained my over 100 people contact list, my watch, my alarm clock and that was associated to a telephone number I’ve had since 1996, what’s that if you compare it with current world issues? But yes, I cried… It might have been because I felt it as the straw which broke the camel’s back, and in that instant I felt really, really, I mean really miserable… One of “those” moments, yes…

Now everything with my mobile phone is cancelled, so no wonder if you don’t receive an answer if you try to reach me using that way.

(Stupid guy, it wasn’t even one of those bl**dy trendy phones…)

Whatever: I’m getting over it rather quickly, I think.

Anyway, I must thank that someone who let me use his phone later to call home in order to cancel my account, because he was also the one who had talked to me about those flowers…
And I found them really beautiful indeed…