On Tuesday my Interpreting students at University brought to class, as practice material, an interview with the star of Breaking Bad. The text contained the question: What would you do if you had a year to live? It was funny, at the time, to think that it’s just one year since Benita, my German mom, left
You were cold I blamed you You were dead I blamed me You looked mute I felt deaf I blamed her Or was I deaf? You were gone No one to blame I was alone With you still there. I went back home And you looked The other way.
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 the kids to boot.
[In English, because this is not for the delicate ears of my Spanish kids]
“Let it be. Just an idiot. Motherfucking drunk.” [In Spanish, because… well, you’ll see]
“Mooooom!” Lucía, my 10 year-old, scolds me “that’s a swear word, I HEARD YOU!”
“Darn. So now you do speak English and you understand it when it’s convenient for you. So I won’t be able to swear even in English, now?”
“You could swear in German. But… well, then when I heard you speaking in German I’d know you’re swearing.”
Lost. We’ve lost here.
Should I compile all the Quique and Lucía stories in a single document? This is a serious question for you as my readers. Do tell me in the comments. I’ve also asked my patrons on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/minibego. If you’re late to the party, it’s a system in which people help me pay for my writing costs, and maybe, someday, for my writing itself. Go have a look. It starts with as little as 1$ a month and it really pushes me to write more.
By the way, we’ve reached the next goal we had, to get 2 pretty ebook covers a year:
The next goal is getting two pretty layouts a year:
It feels like the seed of a new, cool thing growing in my life. I’m really looking forward to see what happens next. 🙂
Tenía tiempo y era menor de edad, me dije: iré con mi primer sueldo. Fui mayor de edad y no tenía dinero para ir. Conseguí un trabajo y no tenía vacaciones. Ahora soy madre, autónoma y no tengo tiempo ni dinero, pero voy a ir. ¿Quién se viene conmigo?
La hipótesis del Mercadona, también conocida como la metáfora —o la alegoría— del Mercadona, postula que « follar con alguien nuevo» podría ser similar a «ir a un Mercadona que no es el tuyo». —Pero… ¿esto debería estar por aquí, no? —¡Cómo se les ocurre esta distribución tan poco óptima! Y al final en vez de hacer
Últimamente no paran de hacerme preguntas como la del título. Quizá no soy la persona más indicada, pero a falta de algo mejor, aquí os pongo el fruto de mis indagaciones y las respuestas que he ido proporcionando. Precisiones y correcciones constructivas bienvenidas. Antes de empezar y que alguien diga «todo esto es simplemente ese
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