My exchange year is almost over. A month, 31 days, are the count down that start tonight. I already suffer when the first friend left in December, I can’t even imagine the pain of been separate from the people I love. Before I came here I was afraid of love this place too much, and… Continue reading Bye, my old friend
Because for Americans a young boy of eighteen years is old enough to be send to a battlefield, ready to die or been disabled, but not old enough to drink alcohol. Love the logic in this country.
I found myself –specially in America, but also in other religious places and countries– that when I’m explain that I’m not catholic, everybody turns at me with a crazy expression –almost hysterical– and end up asking me, almost like if we talk about sickness, “So… Are you an atheist?”. Kind of funny, they could ask… Continue reading I’m not catholic, neither atheist
All foreign exchange students experiment a second of pain. There is a little moment when you understand that the time passed, that the things that became part of your routine are becoming to an end. This are the last times you will be doing this things, or sharing this moments. And there is nothing worst… Continue reading The little last moments – Part 1
(Draft) Dear host families, you don’t understand your role. The role that, during the time the foreign exchange student would be in your house, you are suppose to take. I’m speaking from my experience –that, sadly, I know I share with other foreign students– because host families are there to be a bridge between the… Continue reading The “ungrateful” foreign exchange students – Part 1
When I first came to America –that, by the way, is the United States and America is an entire continent– I was surprised by the many times I had to add my “race” in official papers. After babies are born, they are immediately classified by the color of their skin, as a proof of some… Continue reading The day when the color of your skin determine your capacities