À Quoi?

It´s just a nightmare for me thinking about doing a post grade or something like that, I just want to get my degree in this carrier, but if I had to pick one, I'd like to course a pharmacology post grade. I don´t know almost anything about what pharmacology is, I don't know almost anything what pharmacy is about, but I´m here, studding it, trying to survive. First days at this university were horrible, now it is not that bad. I'm here not because I love pharmacy or chemistry , or because it is my vocation, I'm here because I did't know what to study, I didn't know what I would do with my life. I'm here because I liked the courses this career has, and there were not other options. I think I'm just floating around in this university, trying to get good marks, not always accomplishing it, but trying. And that's why a post grade sounds really frightening, and I should think about taking one twice or thrice. But... if I had to take one, it would be wonde...

Once upon a time, a little boy named Felipe, just as me, because it was me. Well, I was like 8 or 9 years old. And I had to go to my grandmother's sister's house. I was really bored. I wasn't allowed to talk, to watch TV, to go playing out in the street, to touch the cats. I couldn't do anything, I just had to be stuck in the chair, and in silence. It was overwhelmingly boring. Then, my aunt told me "you can go to the bedroom and take one book". I wasn't really into reading. But, when I realised it would be the only activity I could do that day, I said yes. I went to the bedroom, and there were lots of books, I thought "well, here there should be at least one book I could enjoy", and I gave a glimpse to the bookshelves, and I found a little book, with no more than 150 pages I remember, and with an image of a heart made up of bales. Its title was "Tengo Miedo Torero" and it was written by Pedro Lemebel. I took that one, and I started ...

I always go in holidays to the same place, I'm not complaining, I love that place I go almost every summer. Its name is Constitución, it's a city placed in the coastline, two hours away from Talca. My maternal grandmother used to live in a countryside near Constitución, called La Quebrá De Pichamán. She was born and raised there. During her youth, she started frequenting that city, because the institutions, the city council, and everything was (and still is) there. Then she moved to Santiago, adn she had children and one of them was called Amalia. She grew up and knew a boy named José, she fell in love, but there was a problem, my aunt lived here in Santiago, and José lived there in Constitución. And, since love can move mountains, she moved to Constitución and started a family there. Then, my grandmother became a little old, and she came back to her little house in the countryside. Then, if we want to go on holidays somewhere, we go to Constitución or to La Quebrá. But thi...

One of the things I remember the most of my childhood is Gardel's voice singing while my grandmother was teaching me hoy to drink yerba mate. Then, during my adolscence, I loved Relatos Salvajes , Plan B and Pizza, Birra, Faso, and I used to rewatch those films over and over again.One of my favourite books is El Beso de la Mujer Araña. Songs of Cerati, Los Enanitos Verdes and Spinetta, were sweetening one of the most tender part of my life that I remember with nostalgy. That should explain why I am willing to go to Argentina. Its History is really exciting. It's like chilean History in certains things. It's about a fight that people fought against poverty, inequality, and for the acquisition of rights. If I was in Argentina, I wouldn't like to go to high neighborhoods or touristic places, such as museums or monuments. I'd like to go walking across the streets of the popular neighborhoods. Some people call it the "poor" places of Argentina. But ...