21 Jul, 2007
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
I’ve got it. 
I’ve got it. 
It’s been 11 days already…
I was waiting to have a flat in the Paris region to post something about my “new life”, and now that I *almost* have it, here I am.
As some of you already know (and as most of you ignored), I got chosen by Blizzard Entertainment to become one of their Spanish web editors. I’ve been working near Paris for them for two weeks now and I’m getting used to it pretty quickly. I specially like my German colleagues, with which I seem to have more in common than with my fellow compatriots. Anyway, it’s a pity that I have to stay so many hours at work, because I would like to have some time to go to museums, chateaux, etc.
What I like here in France is that, even though we mainly speak English at work, I can practise my French skills “comme il faut”.
I can speak French in Luxembourg too, but they mainly use Luxembourgish for colloquial conversations. I miss Luxembourg a bit, now that I mention it, I mean it.
The nasty part here is that my Caesar will stay in Luxembourg at least until November, but I’ve decided to go there every weekend I can. I already have a “carte de voyageur frequant”
It’s a bit expensive “quand même” but I consider it an investment on our love story
I also find it great that the Caesar and I have chosen the game that is paying my salary (World of Warcraft) to gather, play and chat together.
It set us appart, but it also reunites us.
I will live in Versailles, like Marie Antoinette, next to the Chateau, practically in the gardens, really. If I jump from my window I am almost swimming in one of the Versailles gardens pools.
And this is pretty much it.
I hope you will all have a great summer. I will be working, but I guess I should be happy with it.
Hoy es el viegésimo aniversario de mi Primera Comunión.
Fijaté.
Fui a Betemburgo a entrenar como cualquier otro día de entrenamiento. Sabía que iba a ser el último de mi estancia en Luxemburgo, pero pensaba que los motivos iban a ser otros.
Salí del gimnasio en camilla y en ambulancia con las sirenas a todo meter (otra casilla rellena más en mi currículum).
Volví a casa a la pata coja y con una factura clavada en el alma porque no les gustaba mi tarjetita.
Maldita sea la política de la Unión Europea en materia de seguridad social.
Y los de Muface también, porque seguro que me hacen como la otra vez y se las arreglan para demostrar que el que el médico me haya mandado una receta no es prueba de que hubiera estado en el médico.
Tócate el tobillo que tengo espachurrado.
Y del Caesar no digo nada porque me dejó tirada, pero me preparó comidita.
Hala, me voy a seguir llorando un rato.
Si a alguien le va el morbo y la americanada, el accidente fue algo similar a esto, pero en un salto de entrenamiento mucho más sencillo y con infinita menos presión.