writing this note from my market New home. I have come to live with Dum-Dum and another school friend who knows nothing about poker (for now at least). the move has been heroic because we've done whole, which in an attic without elevator has its merits. I'm more muscular than before:-P
now I have no electricity in the middle of my room, we have no heating, we do not have gas, we have dinner and I could not mount a solo competition in the furniture ikea. But any home with beer, peanuts and connection is habitable, and that we do have. For
poker, well ... March 35 000 hands I played pretty well, and this month I ... 2,000 hands xD I suppose some of these days, when my house is minimally presentable, grind again. Not because I feel like the least, but more than anything because if not I'll be able to pay for food for a long time ...
holy 2nd part: And Trujillo too! Stories of my weeks
by Oasis-Solo I (lie):
I'm getting a bit sedentary, and I am not studying anywhere now and I have many reasons to leave my home although I'd go out more. And this Easter of my expectations were to stay in my home and not go with my mom and dad, because the truth does not attract me lately the outputs of the 3 because I feel it is as entertaining as before. Also I'm not a guy out to have fun all weekend going from party to party, although I confess that it attracts me, but my best friends are not that lifestyle so crazy, unfortunately. So do not expect to have a party or "REU", apart from that I thought would not be something as morally right to attend such activities as it would be disrespectful, considering that the Catholic Church believes that it is a time to reflect and not as some call it Tranca week. Well
mediocre I am a Catholic, I accept, though sometimes it hurts me that condition, I will return one of these days, when ready. And when you are ready also to confirm that I will, for now is that I'm not. So
expected a long boring weekend without doing much. "Perhaps it will encourage me to go to church on Sunday." I thought. But my mother told me that he thought Oasis bring my dog \u200b\u200bto Trujillo and leave with my great grandmother from my mom's mom has some farmland and a few cattle in the Sierra de La Libertad. This I saw coming, and I made little restless Oasis intends to go, because now considered that it was ready for a pet and even hurt me a little thinking I have hardened more, my heart has hardened over and that was the reason I was not so well to Oasis, not like her as a pet deserves. So
not protest against what my mother said. Oasis would go for the good of it because living in a condominium with a dog is a bit difficult as we had done more than a headache for various topics.
This caught me a bit, now had a reason to go, because somehow thought my parents were not fit to carry the wild and hyperactive Oasis owner only I could. Now I think they could have seamlessly taken, but well maybe somehow unwittingly got that excuse not to admit that, "Well alright I Trujillo because I have nothing else to do here."
did not sleep the night before the trip for me is checking a few things on the internet, which I found a place and source of information and entertainment giant like this blog, or review other blogs, msn, hattrick, among other things. At 5 am. We were heading back we Oasis Trujillo chained to the right door and I laid in the left seat. Oasis was fun to bring back there, yawning all the time, was moving everywhere, every direction I looked, etc.
-Memories of Trujillo proud of it:
not want to prolong my story telling in detail what I did in Trujillo, but rather wanted to highlight the most important ideas that I left the trip.
really a trip is sometimes necessary, spend time with family is sometimes necessary because it brings more to this. I do not regret having gone, although I did not much but at least it was something different from usual but I do at Easter. Upon returning to Trujillo went back to remember that something that I can not describe it (but I'll try), a feeling that this small town kept distinct, yet keeps tradition, keep warm and still not yet fully seized in globalization, consumerism, capitalism (I have a vague idea of \u200b\u200bwhat mean so if you here do not match my ignorance diculpen hey I warned at the start of everything! xD). Perhaps this is due also to what this city represents for me, for me is the place that molded me, which laid the foundation for what I am, but also a place where I miss laughing, a somewhat somber in feeling and clashes with the warm landscape.
again reminded how it feels to be there a few days, what it's like talking to my aunt Pili, what it feels like to joke with her, what it feels like again become that little child who begged him to something supplication walk from the house to the parade and eat something along the way because I was very hungry because the bread will not pm me had filled.
again reminded some streets, and how they have changed, have grown too as I like new people who now live there do not recognize me and I feel a little proud to say that I lived there, I spent my Green scooter with my children, that I fell this time playing, I studied at the school front, I cried, I laughed, I returned to mourn, to steal for the first time, embracing a girl for the first time I met many of which today are my best friends, where I was born 26 May, between experiences countless more. There are so many things that makes me remember the streets of classical musicians such as Verdi, Beethoven and Tchaikovsky, names of some of the streets major Giorgio saw that small.
I am proud, I again mentioned, moving around, because I feel I draw the face around the neighborhood so inviting, you tell me where you go with pride that I was born there, lived there, then I grew up very small proudly tell the bad and good things happen and always remember these streets, these lanes, these houses, that people now see me and while some do not recognize me, others if and when he saw me I say with affection only; Giorgio! A year. How are you?, And Mrs. Mari I did not have the opportunity to see but for sure if he saw me I was going to greet or more of your family. They know me well because I was buying my cookies, or chizito or candles or bread or any other request to his store that is 5 houses from mine.
is like someone who leaves a country and triumphs abroad and brings all the glory to his country. I feel the same way as if I've succeeded in Lima, but of course I am quite sure that I still have many but many more achievements which in some way be glad to know that some years ago that the winner of many awards , that which comes out on TV, in that they interview later today at 8 on Channel 10, was born here, lived here and walk these same streets.
"The little sister (who were):
saw a girl while I went to the internet at my house which is usually when I traveled to Trujillo, was with a guy who seemed to be her lover, although who knows with these guys so liberal now perhaps it was his "grip" or "gil "or any of those things that I understand the conservative side, and who belong to this generation, but considered a nonsense.
But think well of her and say that was her lover. Well if she did not recognize me but I did, was the sister Deuna girl who was in my class in elementary school, the first girl that I have record that you get to like (my 5 years and she wanted something me.) Her sister now have 14 years masomenos, I think it is 15, and I was curious to see it, see how it has grown, to see her after over 5 years, to see how thin that girl had now grown, had "matured" and it was with love, he looked neat, even pretty I would say and how likely she is a girl most of the wild youth of today (if it is for some people I sound like an old, but I think it's not right this youth, adult truth or nor ... childhood ... and ok ... I think everyone is wrong including myself, but that is another matter.)
"The Kid" Pili, military, military "
Something else that caught my attention how time has passed was learned that a boy who was greeted by the house that my aunt always Pili with his classic "Hey Pili, military, military (I have no idea what he meant by this little game of words, maybe it was just that, a pun) was in a wheelchair, disabled. I could not believe that the era. At the beginning I just saw someone in a wheelchair being helped by a little girl, and suddenly my greeting to my aunt who was winged, but his voice, his voice recalled despite not having played in at least 2 years. I had a little scare to know that he was, and just think how fragile life can be and how things change, as some decisions will changed forever. How to get drunk driving can rotate your life (now, if 360 degrees and even more).
My aunt told me what happened to this guy and I was terrified that I can pass my thing, lacking both with live yet. I suppose it must be very difficult, and has at least partly overcome, apparently. I'm glad for that, though I do not Know (at least I think) and despite not met him apart from knowing who is the author of that oft-repeated phrase "military military Pili."
Finally I must conclude that a good time, I reecontre my child or at least I remembered how it felt on several occasions and I compare my current self, I realize I changed much I have improved in several respects and worse in many others. But the foundations are still there, some have already fallen a bit, but all grounded in Trujillo bases are still there.
I've been through 17 weeks holy throughout my life and I have no great stories to tell. This is simply because at least during my childhood, that is when I lived in Trujillo, for my Easter but had no other meaning than a few days without going to school. More days without going to school Lord Kelvin!, Great as if not enough the large number of weeks missing-self-week not days or even months, perhaps I should say to the Cole and that he had no resources to pay the monthly day and no longer worked every opportunity that my grandfather begged the director of the English school Tomas Carrasco Ubeda (woohoo that such a memory!) or the deputy "Lucho" Vidal engineer or owner ... (and there if they caught me.) Where neither promises more appeal to my good grandfather saying he would pay my monthly payment in a few days with the money he owed him such a master for such work, I had one more to go back to my house with my black and red backpack (the least this is the only bag I remember in elementary school use). And this was something very unusual, so acostumbradísimo I already have many Easter, which were continuous.
What can a child living with his uncles Trujillo several days off? Well will say why not go out with my guys out there, maybe if it's a weekend trip to a small or go to Huanchaco that right there. No, in my house in Trujillo had no sense of adventure, we were very sedentary, very routine probably because it seemed very difficult to think of a way out, and above all because it would mean spending, and believe me it was not for expenses if they could not even pay my monthly at school as I mentioned. So what about going to play with your friends? Why tapeworms buddies out there ... right? Sure, sure I had at that age but is more dependent on the parents if you look with a friend or not, because they lead you, they will put their schedules, restrictions, etc. I had great freedom and I have now, "I have been punished a few times in my life, but my friends did not. So sometimes it was hard to leave me with a friend or more than once per week.
So what the hell did you do? Play with your imaginary friend? No, not as they think ... at that age I have played my channel, my program and my number the same talk show of my imaginary life (hey now I think I believe such programs, which now abound indeed, nothing but turn on your TV and go to MTV, because at that time there were none on Peruvian television, so I could not based on anything. Hey not bad for an 8 years). So at this point is starting my creation, and not to anything at all (or cole tasks) had to train in something, building a foundation so that later would go stronger in adolescence (I do) and without I do not think she had decided to devote my life to the creation, that is, this blog probably would not exist. You just remember this Ride into my trusty green scooter brand Max King, hanging out with my aunt to walk and eat some delicious pancakes or my street classic winged ladies Miguel Park Arroyo that Mansiche winged stage (that if our budget for each output exceeded 3 soles miraculously for me and I was pretty classic and my cheese trees of 50 cents) and of course of course, playing with the pet that I wanted more , Darly. Hey
something ... but that sounds fun. A bit is the truth, but we are much better things to do, many great things that have made children a lot of my friends or acquaintances as going to a club with your family (I went once with my aunt, my best friend and his breast), camping with your family, go to the movies (I was but not as often, 3 times a year on average during my childhood), or doing other fun things kids can do to better condition economic and social development.
But hey! I almost forgot, I for being a Catholic at Easter because I had to follow tradition, that has not quite understand that question, "if my professor Luigi of Religion in the NSR read this ... or History-Jaime to go and visit 7 churches. Not if walking the 7, but I do remember that at least went through several with my aunt and my grandfather, because my uncle was an atheist, back when my grandmother, her mother was alive or in a dream I think I would have left leave faith and morals of Catholicism. So you see
holy week for me was boring or not as much fun as you want, but I know that because they were not situation did not permit. At least that happened in Trujillo. In Lima my life changed 270 degrees (and nor was that now I had it all, but at least I spent a lot better off.) Now in Lima and we could give gustito to go for a ride to somewhere near the capital. As for walking through the 7 churches for the truth not remember doing it for years.
remember those early years in my house sometimes Trujillo when almost the whole family gathered to watch a football game. I did not understand very well that, do not understand how he could see that black box for ninety minutes, if at least outside something interesting, but the football was something that bored me, at least for the time. Nor could not fit in my mind because it could cheer or sadden by the goals that made or received supporting teams respectively. Even in my memory still is when I boasted of being like the other guys who only thought about football, I was different, I do leave my girl to see her soap opera instead of a football game (by that time there was a propaganda which was based on this idea that men change their party for what is so easily).
However, sooner or later this had to happen, I was becoming a typical man in this society, one who lives, eats and dies the passion that football generates. This transformation has an author, that author was my uncle Umberto, ah! And of course the TV, which was there from football when he had nothing more interesting to do.
The football World Cup Korea / Japan 2002 was what it finally fulfill my conversion to a more vicious of the game. It was a festive feeling that invaded the small town of Trujillo during that month of June. Everyone talked about this, those who were the favorites, that this team has to win, I bet that many boxes they exit champion chela, that I also collect action figures of the album panini world cup of dressing the dance that got him such equipment, that disappointed me that other team, among a myriad of expressions that I could hear as I was either walking or on my trusty scooter demi green on my way home to the family hardware and vice versa, and that is that my house had no light so that after school I went to my home I changed and went directly to "ferre" where we had light, but clearly illegal.
Humberto
With my uncle suffered early elimination of Argentina to which we supported as if Peru, he also suffered at the sight of Brazil was proclaimed champion because he was (actually my uncle had it) anger (I just followed him the current) because according to my uncle always won.
After we already saw everything football, come to mourn and pray to God when the team from the University Cesar Vallejo (UCV), which is now in 1st Divsion, fell on penalties in a cup final against Peru which today is also Bolognesi Tacna first division. And is that next to the U, Cesar Vallejo was the TEAM by which swelled and so far I do.
-A single cry, the cry of a people GOL:
Since those years and a victory for U or UCV could change the mood, happy get a win, a defeat a bit empty, but nothing would compare to what is encourage your national team. The trip by encouraging to selection would start in the qualifiers for Germany 2006. And as I moved and smiled to see the goals that got to Paraguay in the opening round, was born in me the hope to see my selection to go to a World Cup. But reality showed me that Peru was not yet ready to go to this event, although it left me very good memories and some not so horrific as the one goal that Mendoza ruling against Ecuador, which according to me means losing any chance to go to Germany. I was also sad to see the goal that got us into Argentina in the Copa America here in Peru in 2004 and left us out in the quarterfinals.
arrived and with it the global support to Argentina again, this time with more reasons as opposed to 4 years ago Argentina now had a stepfather and he also dedicated her for soccer and had high hopes that world champions Argentina out. I was shocked to hear underground radio in my English class that had failed Cambiasso is one of the criminal, thus leaving Germany as the classified to the semifinals. I told all my buddies ... "Germany won" some took it with surprise, others did not care much. I really dolio and fairly, my stepfather, needless to say, was very sad all day.
next year in the Copa America in 2007 with a soul scream goals from Peru, now the screaming goals, not like before where only smiled or said strongly "Goal!" Now, if that screaming. And again a few months after the playoffs, let alone the goal of Vargas to Brazil where I left badly beaten in the celebration with my friends as we throw in my room screaming like crazy. Then there would be much to celebrate until the match with Colombia in the Monumental, was the first time I went to a stadium and the feeling of buying my ticket there minutes before the game, the feeling of entering the monument, the view that atmosphere was indescribable, was one of the best things I've done in my life (not that I've done so many interesting things of course) for me was like entering the Santiago Bernabeu for a match of the Champions League. Shout long goal that tied the game. He returned to the stadium for the match against Venezuela, well worth it, my friends and I were among the few who attended that day to encourage the selection, also shout with the goal of Alva soul.
-Chronicle of the GOL yelled over the past years
But only a few days after Peru, I would give one of the greatest joys, but one of the sensations enormous. I was not into the game with Argentina because I thought seeing it with my friends, because due to school they could not go to the stadium, we thought him just for TV. In the end I canceled and had to manage to flee my home (my stepfather is an Argentine remember?, believe me is not a pleasant experience to see an Argentina to Peru) and watch the game somewhere. Find a poultry shop a few blocks away, at the entrance had a sign that said "We transmit the match Peru - Argentina on the big screen - 2nd Floor", was just what I wanted. Among a bit hot for running from my home in my search. Went upstairs, asked for a quarter chicken, along with others who were in the other tables, mostly older men who drank beer, I began to see this great game.
Many "Phew!" were heard at the dimly lit second floor of the poultry during the match. Some were other came, I was still me and I would stay no matter what happens, supporting until the end. Argentina 83 minutes ahead on the scoreboard was quiet and letting letting us hear the occasional curse out there and also the classic "we always get in the end." And so, Peru has been characterized as one of the last countries in South America in terms of football achievement level and some concerns, at least in recent years. People already have this stigma that you can not, surrender, that Peru will continue to be that third world country and if changes would be something amazing about the miracle. That game would tell us no, we would say We will not surrender, WE ARE NOT THE LAST, WE PERU, WE ARE A COUNTRY, WE ARE A TEAM, YES WE CAN, YES WE CAN, WITH MUCH COURAGE CAN GET ANYTHING.
People already retired by then, there were few at the floor, I began to feel that we always Pasban, that Peru was not anyone, that the selection was a bunch of losers, and always will be losers as if it were written. Although Peru had played a very good game we were losing, it's as if it were impossible to achieve the Peruvian team beat Argentina, or even a draw at home. Look at my glass of Inca Kola closed my fists and my eyes misted, I would not give up, not that easy, would not be a loser, would not stay so, if I could, if I have faith, I do I think, I do believe that you can! "NO, I'm not giving up" I said breath, look up the TV we had taken the ball to Argentina, Vargas had passes that gave Rengifo, this returned the ball to the player of Catania, who launched a spectacular run. "Go!" Vargas said while watching a race on the right-of-bounds. I was getting closer to the area, no one stopped, no one, not all of Argentina would stop, put the middle and bottom of Fano appeared that introducing so the ball in the goal box from goalkeeper Carrizo. A madness was unleashed throughout Peru I know, madness was unleashed at the floor of the poultry I know, madness is unleashed in me believe me I well know. And I stand on my chair and yell like a madman, like a sick football as a fan, as Peruvian, as a human being who was breaking the chains of mediocrity and is believed capable of anything, at least for that moment so sublime, as I cry, happiness was indescribable, just try to express it through my screams were those most were heard throughout the poultry, among other words I "fooooood CARAJOOOO GOOOOOOOL MIERDAAAA GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLL PERUUU VAMOOOOOS VAMOS!! VAMOS CARAJO!" GOING FOR THE PUTA MADRE!! SHIT GO! , WE CONCHASUMADRE!! IF YOU CAN FUCK!! PERUUUU GO! CARAJO VAMOSS !!!!!", mouth candy because they handled my crazy and wild I do not believe? Yes, I think I'm very excited, but there they all shouted, mine was a little outstanding, while several of the few remaining looked at me.
returned a few minutes to my house, I was so happy and only managed to find the goal on the internet because my parents were already asleep, it seems that they went to bed after watching the match, and a fourth was the only TV. The first comment I found on youtube and put much of what I felt, but unfortunately already deleted many videos are left with the goal, my goal favorite selection from afar. I leave here.
- Chile silence a people 2 years:
Today there is little to say, Peru is almost beyond any chance of going to the World Cup after losing the last 4 games. Which was undoubtedly hurt most against Chile, shout Discount goal Fano, but not approached in any other cries of goal with the selection. Brazil Against my expectations were low as many fans and although it was not the rout of the planet as many said (referring to the time of the planet that was a few days before the match) as we got 3 goals that no longer hurt. One was expecting something like that after the disastrous campaign that has made the selection so far.
You probably do not scream no more goal with the selection with emotion, the passion that is unique only in a very important goal. The Peruvians have to wait for about 2 years at least to take back to irritate our throats with some goal of the Blanquirroja, celebrating with friends goals, because, at least in my case, it is not itself a goal of the U UCV or anywhere near an international goal. Only rarely and in a good season for any club in the Copa Libertadores Peruvian or South American is that I am coming to see a whole country behind a computer. Ojala
and I'm wrong, I hope and passion that cry of a people is before those 2 years, and hopefully give us some joy Peruvian team internationally, and hopefully some lower division as the U-17 Peru makes us dream as did the sub-17 years ago. How I wish I may be wrong, as indeed want to irritate the throat before the 2 years.
