01. Basecamp
To old friends: Hail! And to the new ones: Welcome!
It's been a little over three years since Oliver and I packed up our things and ten months of living in the City of Flowers. For those who want to remember our adventures, I leave at the end of the post the memories collected by our friends and guardians Las Niñas del Tul, to whom we send a warm greeting.
Also another big bow to the new faces that appeared in these three years of untold stories: Carmina, Wilfred, Loli, Laurent, Aroa, Yassine, Eva, Aitana, Pablo, Kübra, Alavee; my people from Biozen and Mensa .... Many have been the wanderings through Madrid, Benin, Congo and Bangladesh; and in the midst of this pandemic that history has decided to call COVID-19, through San Fernando and some fuzzy place that at night opened impossible doors to Ankara, Adana, and worlds that I thought only existed in books.
Me, during the pandemic
Oliver, during the pandemic
But enough of looking back. The wheel of time keeps turning and we start adventure all over again: the flags raise in Geneva - Literally. In our unofficial statistics of local vexillology, Oliver and I have concluded that there is a ratio of 2.17 flags per person in the city. One flag per cow, if you prefer.
A little bit without knowing why -As it happens in those adventure books I like so much-, I found a few months ago a letter inviting me to join CERN -Yes, that place that will kill us all by creating a black hole that will swallow the Earth, the Solar System, the Universe, and even Sevilla Este¹-. So well, I read the letter, Oliver stared at me, I stared at him.... And less than two weeks ago we arrived in Geneva.
Oliver, keeping track of everything that came in the suitcase. Carefully sorted by garment, season, and palette.
Needless to say, we are still settling in. Looking for a home in this city is like a greeeeat game of musical chairs. September comes and half the city wakes up looking for a new pace. And so the two of us. The difference with the game we all know is that here they make you pay like the earth and half Mars to play; you have to bring your passport, contract, baptism certificate and bakery fidelity card to be allowed to sit down; and when the music stops, you may find that there is a line of fifteen people in front of you waiting to try if that rickety chair is good enough for them.
So for the moment we are staying in a residence that CERN has in Saint Genis Pouilly, on the French side of the border. Every day there are customs to cross, so I take the opportunity to practice that rien à declarer for when I manage to get a safe house and start welcoming you with open arms and an open pantry -Wines, cheeses, cold cuts, preserves and sweets are welcome. Really. We won't mind at all if you come with company.
And our taking possession in the room of the residence. 3 hours, legionary spirit
There is not much more to tell. Or rather, there are so many little things to tell that I would never finish. We'll try to take it a little at a time. The diary, like the two of us, is still in a provisional stage. So we hope that with time you will be able to see it grow; just like the two of us.
We will keep you informed :)
Álvaro and Oliver
New life, new hairstyle
Dear doctor, on behalf of all of us, I want to thank you for having cured our multiple personality disorder
A little bit of Geneva and Lake Geneva (Or Lake Léman, as it is said over here). Whatever I say, flags everywhere
And another little bit of Geneva. So far there hasn't been time for much else
These Swiss know how to cope with the apocalypse
P.S. Just to continue with my tradition of not wanting to finish when I start writing, here you have the whole Kaposvár blog, for the jartible² ones.
4. Semana 8 (Semana 3 tras el apocalipsis informático)
8. Kaposvár: Las juras de Santa Gadea
10. Esperando la primavera en Kaposvár
11. Kaposvár. Y Visegrád. Y Budapest, Esztergom... Bueno. Hungría
15. Kaposvár, historia de una derrota pírrica
Notes for guiris ³:
- Sevilla Este: One of the districts of the municipality of Sevilla. It is halfway between Sevilla itself and
Tokyo (I would say closer to Tokyo than Sevilla, but well, fair enough)Narnia and slightly smaller thanthe State of Alaska (Just because Aleutian Islands)the Middle Earth. - Jartible: A person who never gets tired or bored of something. Rolling Stones, Rambo or Queen Elizabeth (the Second) are good examples of jartible people.
- Guiri: A very polite and respectful way to refer foreign people. Better said, to refer people born north of the Pyrenees. Not to be mistaken with other polite and respectful demonym as Moro, Negro, Chino, etc., etc.
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