I'm alive

Torno a estar per aquí. No m’he oblidat del bloc, només he tingut poc temps per dedicar-li o menys hores amb la possibilitat de conectar-me a Internet. Perquè? He rebut una visita molt especial amb la que he passat 5 dies fantàstics. Primer per Cambridge, després per London. La Maria (hola Maria) va fer un viatge indesitjable (quins horaris!) per poder veure’ns després d’un mes en la distància.
Hem fet un esforç per fer visites ultraràpides a Cambridge i London, tal com podeu veure a les fotos. A Cambridge (les últimes imatges) vam visitar el Queen’s College i la biblioteca de la Universitat, amb previ descans a The Eagle, el pub més antic de Cambridge, a on el Professor Watson i el seu compi van descobrir (després d’unes quantes birres) la cadena d’ADN en forma d’hèlix. Sens dubte, un dels descobriments més importants dels nostres temps. Impossible prendre un cafè i no pensar en el meu professor de biologia a Batxillerat (Basseda, et tinc present...)
A London, caminar, caminar, caminar... Big Ben, Westminster, Buckingham Palace (els guardes reials, el públic apropant-se a la reixa per veure el Palau -com si no es veiés de lluny-), Piccadilly Circus, Chinatown, Covent Garden, British Museum, Soho, Brick Lane, Oxford Street, The City, Tate Modern Museum i Notting Hill. Quasi res! He de dir que vam gaudir d’uns guies de luxe durant la tarda-nit de Diumenge (mil gràcies Andrea i Kevin).

El cap de setmana ha passat i em teniu de nou a Cambridge amb la meva nova vida: Marcus que mira de comprar una nova casa, Miki que no tinc clar encara si treballa tots els dies i de què, i Christian que plora i es queixa i a vegades ni ell sap perquè. Són genials. He de dir que el projecte “Christian Reeducation” avança poc a poc. És complicat sense el consentiment explícit dels pares. De totes maneres, com ja us he dit a alguns, crec que sóc la única persona que li dedica temps per jugar i només jugar. El problema és que quan paro de fer-ho... comença a plorar. Però en el fons està encantat. I em busca continuament.

A l’escola d’anglés, m’han canviat de classe i de professor. Cosa de la que estic encantat, perquè el professor que tenia abans no era professor. Era advocat. Sabia de pedagogia i didàctica el que jo sé de fusió nuclear. Reconec que em costava tolerar-lo. El dia que li vaig dir que no feia el deures perquè no els considerava rellevants pel meu anglés em va dir que com alternativa li fes una redacció de 200 paraules per descriure l’interior d’una pilota de ping pong. Tenia 240 paraules al dia següent. Era un pèrdua de temps fer classe amb ell. El fet és que ell no m’agradava. Ell sabia que a mi no m’agradava i llavors jo no li agradava. Jo sabia que ell sabia que jo no li agradava. I ell sabia que jo sabia que ell sabia que no m’agradava. Bé, és igual. Ja no estem junts. Ara, nous profes, nous companys i molt bé. I entre d’altres coses, avui he aprés que l’alfabet camboià és el més extens del món amb 74 lletres. M’ha canviat la vida...





I’m here again. I have not forgotten about the blog, I only had bit time to devote or to connect to the Internet. Why? I received a very special visit with which I have spent 5 fantastic days. First in Cambridge, then in London. Maria (Hello Maria!) made a undesirable trip (what schedules!) to see me after one month ago.
We made an effort to make ultrafast visits to Cambridge and London, as you can see on the pictures. In Cambridge (latest pictures), we visited Queen’s College and University Library, with prior rest at The Eagle, the oldest pub in Cambridge, where Professor Watson and his partner discovered (after several beers) the DNA chain with helix form. Undoubtedly, one of the most important discoveries of our age. Impossible to drink coffee and not think about my high school biology teacher (Basseda, I remember you...)
In London, walking, walking, walking ... Big Ben, Westminster Palace Buckingham (royal guards, the viewers closer to the fence to see the palace -as if you can’t see it from far-), Piccadilly Circus, Chinatown, Covent Garden, British Museum, Soho, Brick Lane, Oxford Street, The City, Tate Modern Museum and Notting Hill. Almost nothing! I have to say that we had two high-class guides during the afternoon of Sunday (thanks Andrea and Kevin).

The weekend has passed and I have come back to Cambridge with my new life: Marcus looking to buy a new home, Miki I am not clear yet if she works every day and what she does it in, and Christian, who still cries and complains and sometimes even he doesn’t know why. They are great. I have to say that the "Christian Reeducation" project is progressing slowly. It's difficult without the explicit consent of parents. Anyway, as I told some of you, I think I am the only person who gives him time to play and just play. The problem is that when you stopped doing so... he begins to cry. But basically, he is delighted. He’s always looking for me.

At the English School, I have changed class and teacher. Thing that I'm happy with, because the teacher who I had before wasn’t really a teacher. He was a lawyer. He knew so pedagogy and didactics as I know about nuclear fusion. I recognize that I can’t tolerate him so much. The day I told him that I haven’t done my homework because I didn’t consider it relevant to my English he told me to do, as an alternative, a 200 words composition to describe the inside of a ping-pong ball. He had 240 words on the following day. It was a waste of time doing lesson with him. He didn’t like me. He knew that I didn’t like him and then he doesn’t like me. I knew that he knew that I didn’t like him. And he knew that I knew that he knew I didn’t like him. Well, t doesn’t matter. We aren’t together anymore. Now, new teachers, new classmates and everything is good. And among other things, today I learned that the Cambodian alphabet is the largest in the world with 74 letters. It changes my life...