South of the Border, West of the Sun - Haruki Murakami

Today, black. Because it is the colour of its cover.

I can't still believe the condensed amount of force that words could have. Or the energy that Murakami gives to each one.

I should be sincere, I can fancy myself as a good reader, but I am not capable to read more than 20 or 30 pages per day. I am the most restless person within the world and I use to get tired rapidly. However, to follow this book has marked the exception; this afternoon I read the penultimate chapter and I wanted to leave the last for tomorrow, but I couldn’t. What a way to analyze and to go in depth in such a real facts.

I didn’t trust that Japanese literature could reach to catch me as it did; and less having the english translation. 12 days have been enough to devour the volume.

Book bought and started in Praha, a holiday Tuesday, together with The Metamorphosis (Franz Kafka), Café Europa: Life After Communism (Slavenka Drakulic) and Enough (Juhn Naish). Book finished in Leeuwarden, a lazy Sunday.

Trying to compress myself

Traying to put everything together so as to find the best composition. In a deep ocean where everything is dispersed, there is no way to bring order. All you can find are tiny pieces of somewhat, without the meaning you are looking for.

Let me give you a little bit of good and a little negative to find a balance.

I will use rationality, feelings and senses to find my decision.

I am aware of my past and consistent with my future; I will build a shape for my current present.

I will mix each small bit of me in a glass jar.

After Prague

"I was always attracted by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something directed at me. For want of a better word, call it magnetism. Like it or not, it is a power that ensnares people and reels them in."

Something to think about

I know that today is Saint Jordi's day and this is the lovers' day in the Catalan Countries. Each girl or woman will receive a rose from a boy or man; and she will give him a book.

On the other hand, it is also the international week in the NHL (my "university" in The Netherlands) and we are attending to some international courses. The last and most interesting one was given by Miriam Wall, an Irish woman who is working in Canada. During her lesson we have been talking about economy. You may know everything better than me, because you can watch TV (I don't have it).

Currently, the price of the oil is growing and the value of the dollar is falling (and it make me think about the '29 Crash in New York): €1 = $1.6 Now, our euro is very strong. If we would like, we could buy a lot of things in America with few euros, or have a nice trip (low cost) there. But the situation is not so nice in Spain. The construction bubble has started to deflate. Some companies are in default of payments and bankruptcy. American people won't come to our coasts on holidays this summer, I'm sure. What is going to happen with our beautiful restaurants, with our nice hotel resorts?

Have Spain built useless infraestructures?

Popcorn

Small things that explode under the pressure from an excess of heat.

It is not my case now, but in the encounter with this picture, while I was having a look among them, is this the first thing that beat my mind. Some days you want to run away and leave everything you have already started. You do not mind what they will say, what they will think or what they will complain to you.

You exploit as popcorn.

The next day, you wake up and your bed is full of roses, everything is nice and kind again. You are not a grain of corn.

te amb mel i llima

Changing

You can be sure that the course of this river will not change unless someone changes it to the force. However you can not be so sure that your environment will not change.

We must return, and it will not be precisely to an "ideal world". We must return to an evident reality. And the most frustrating thing will be that, perhaps, me (and myself) will be who has changed more than the environment itself.