Hi, strangers friends, I'm here to talk about blablaness: Here we are, in this frying pan place with intensive summer university class, hoping than the pressure don't crash us down. Yes, the world keep it's course while we were in strike (well, it change a little bit, letś not be modests), and now I realize that for the rest of the life I have double work, living in the hard world, and trying to subvert it. ¿how contradictory can' t it be?. The days are so little and we can't stop, because if we get stuck, we cease to be ourselves-fighters. I feel now the global warming, while it doesn't melt our brains we can go on and try to have fun
