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Looking for a virtual friend

It is time to have virtual friends. Yes, as you read it. As you know, I’ve been living in another country, with another language, for a little more than a year. Since I arrived, I started to learn how to communicate in English. It is a very difficult task… but it isn´t impossible. However, when I changed my country of residence, I changed my friends. My friends aren´t those whom I used to have because they are in my country.

Ok, I know that I didn´t lose them, but I am talking about people who are now in my everyday life. I miss my friends every day of my life! But I have to tell you that now I have “friends” whom I did not choose.

It is true. My friends are my classmates now, but I do not want to be friend of them because they are not interesting for me: they are very young; they want to feel free (because they are from countries where, maybe, they have a lot of restrictions) and they speak worst than me. I don´t feel comfortable. The issue is that I have to accept this because I have to.

At the moment, I am not able to make Australian friends because they speak very fast and I cannot understand them. However, I feel confident of my writing. That is the reason I am able to write this blog. I think, the most important aim of this is to have friends…. virtual friends… those who are capable to read my posts to comment them, always in a good mood. I want to find those friends, like the real friends in our life whom never criticise or laugh of my feelings. I bet I´ll find at least one.


I like silence

Hello world. I am here in front of my computer, watching pictures I have taken for a long time. Ok, they are not the pictures I have taken for years because at the beginning of this year, my computer was broken. When somebody fixed it, I started to let only the pictures I have taken this year. However, this post is not about pictures. It is about the sweet and scary sound of silence.

I don´t know why I cannot be a normal person, who likes stay in a busy place, with a lot of people, listening loud music and talking like a parrot. I would like to be that person! But no. I want to be in a peaceful place, perhaps reading or talking in a low voice the most of the times.  I prefer reading than talk by phone. I choose to see the landscape than go outside my house to talk with friends because I feel bored and alone. Nevertheless I would like to be different.

Today my partner wanted to go to talk with our lovely friends. However I am at home, I don´t know if bored or happy: I don´t know if I am wasting my time or I am doing something exciting. The truth is I am here, trying to express my ideas in this language, that it is not mine, trying to do something that I do not know if is my skill.

The picture is the picture of the bells of my aunt. She has been doing this collection of bells for at least 40 years. Her collection has more than 200 bells from worldwide. And I know bells have sound. They have the sound of silence because nobody is touching them.

It is not the best, but it is the begining…

I’ve been living in a foreign country for a little more than a year. My first language isn’t English, but I´ve been learning it for the same time. I did a general English course where I learnt how to talk, understand and write in a simply way. However, I feel I am in a big hole, because I cannot interact effectively with others. I understand this process takes time… but it is very difficult when you are not an adolescent.
My desire is to be a writer. An English writer. I´d like to share my feelings with others through words. Nevertheless I feel I cannot. I don´t know how to start… I don´t know how to express another feeling more than my fear. Always when I start to write, my ideas are related to my inability to express something different than my fear and my memories in my country with my family and friends. How can I write amazing stories? Perhaps it is because am I sad? However, I don´t feel I am sad! Sometimes I feel I miss my friends and my success in my country…but most of times I feel good. It is true that my life here is not the same that the life I used to have. In my country I was a doctor, with plenty of friends and the best quality of life. Now, I am a student… and worst! I am the partner of a student! Because I am not studying at the moment. My partner is studying a master in business and I am at home doing nothing and all: gardening, cooking, riding my bike and volunteering with the Red Cross.
Oh! I think I have found the problem! It is the secret of writing. It helps us to discover different things. Oh! I think I have found the problem! It is the secret of writing. It helps us to discover different things. I don´t have the same situation than before and I haven´t accepted it! It doesn´t mean I am different. I should use this time in my life to improve different skills. Perhaps it is time to a challenge.