Somebody makes a pseudo-stupid joke at my son Quique in the street —something I’ll never understand. Pablo looks at me with his best “what the hell just happened, did you get it?” and our telepathy fails for a moment, and I have to make do with expressing my thoughts with words, and in front of
First of all, congratulations to María (one of our partners) who yesterday got a very promising job. I am particularly proud of this fact because I helped her with her CV. Hey, that’s a 100% success rate (three out of three) 🙂 So, about our lessons… we have spent our last two sessions speaking about
We’re editing together, head to head. It’s a bio, a blurb, maybe something in between. He’s Neil Gaiman, (I know Amanda is behind me, reading something else) and he’s mumbling a bit, as he re-reads the text: words flow until they get stuck. I take it from the place he left off. —I think that what it
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