First party

The last Friday I had the first party here, in London. The Nat`s french job college have invited us a barbacue in her house. She has a global-gap`s house too and lives with another six persons, among spanish, italian and french people.

The house is bether than ours! There was a big living room with sofas!!!! and a big kitchen, and a big garden with barbacue!And two bathrooms!And they pay unless than us.....

I realised i must change the house....It`s crazy pay 75 pounds for doble room in zone 3 of london...

The party was good but my problem was that Saturday I must go to work.So I only slept 3 hours....and Saturday i worked the whole day.......

At the end of the work (12.30) I was waiting for the night bus half past hour....And after 40 minuts to get at home ( at 2.00)...

Everyday I think I´m mad if i still continuous with this shit job.....

Today, Sunday, I have a rest, but tomorrow I'm starting at nine until midnight... I prefer don`t think it.

I`m discovering the other life side. On the one hand the enjoy, the happiness of milan-erasmus. On the other hand the hard work,drug people, few money, shit situation in london.

......but anyway it`s a good experience. I'm living, I'm free...

Friends

Today i tell about the new friends that we`ve met in our distric.
The story began when Teresa (italian flatmate) was coming back home one day. A man stopped her and said that she has a beautiful hair, that he is a hairdresser and he'd like work with her hair and take a photo. So, she was very happy and told us this.
The man called her sometimes, and once he come to home with his friend. I`m afraid a few because i don`t like stranger people go in home (we are the leptops..)
But they have come three o four times.Now i think they like good people and we can practise english (real english). The hairdresser i think like to Teresa, but she doesn`t want anything with him.

I put one photo of them ( their name are Cheers - the hairdresser-and Raph)

Now in english

Today I have the morning free. It´s really fine because I can have a rest. It`s very hard this fucking restaurant.
I´m going to begin to write this blog in English to practise. I'm studing everyday with a grammar book wich i bought it here, near Picadilly. It`s very good. There are a lot of exercises in every unit.
So sorry if anybody can understand but i think my english is very easy, so there isn`t any problem.
If i've mistakes, please tell me! ( i´m sure i have a lot)
I`ve proposed let the job, but i can`t say to my manager because i'll lose one week, and therefore i won`t earn the money of this hard week. So , I need dismiss myself and i've begun to do the things don`t very well......
Anyway at the end of this month i let it.( when my silly boss pay me).

Ops! I`ve just realised.I've explained this before...Sorry, but i move myself when speak in english.

I show you some photos about my home. The house is vey nice but the district is not so good ( we`ve got very strange neightbours...)

Front of mi house. Look the rubbish. The rubbish men only take the rubbish IN the dustbin (english mind example). We are 9 so we generate a lot of rubbish. It´s a problem....


My room. I sleep on the top.Under me it`s the italian,Alex.

The living room. The best of the home.Where the flatmates and me making life.Every weekend "botellona".

The bathroom. There are two but only one have a bath for everybody..it´s a little problem....

Primer dia de la semana

y me he levantado pensando en dejar el trabajo. Ibai, el compañero español de casa, me ha dicho que en su trabajo necesitan personal. Es lo mismo trabajo que hago en el italiano pero con menos horas.
Para dejar el trabajo mi objetivo es hacer que me echen, porque si me voy por mi cuenta me quitan una semana de pago.
Total, hoy he llegado a las 10 de la mañana, sin tener ni idea el horario que tenia esta semana. Cuando llego el personal sorprendido. ¿ Que pasa?- dije. Pues que hoy no te toca trabajar....
Bien...
En fin, mejor, sali de alli poco rapido y me fui a South Kensington a ver el fantastico Natural History Museum. Muy interesante.
Fallo que se me haya olvidado la camara de fotos en Sevilla...

Pero bueno, cuelgo aqui algunas fotillos del corazon de londres: Picadilly square y de la famosisima Catedral del St. Paul's

Comenzando de nuevo

Visto que el blog que tenia alojado en hotmail no da para mas y no me deja publicar mas entradas (rarezas de la informatica) he decido mudarme a otro sitio. No se que haré con todas las fotos y comentarios que tenia en el viejo blog. Dejo de todas formas el enlace: http://spaces.msn.com/mundobari

Mirando desde otra perspectiva este cambio me viene bien. Tenia intencion de hacer un blog mas serio y ahora,en Londres- Domingo- 17:10-, en mi litera, a media luz, descansando de una semana intensa de trabajo, medito sobre el rumbo que toma mi vida. Bajo mi se encuentra el italiano con quin comparto habitación, también con su portatil y aprochando la wireless del vecino. En el salon esta François e Ibai. Los demas estan fuera, dando una vuelta por Londres.

Planifico que haré en estas semanas. tengo intención de volver a milan un findesemana para ver una de las personas mas especiales que he conocido en mi vida. Pero no consigo contactar con ella.
Tambien tengo intencion de ir a austria, donde una amiga me ha invitado.

...pero por ahora estoy anclado aqui. Intentando ahorrar dinero con el sudor del trabajo en el jodido restaurante italiano.