Al parecer comienzan a aparecer grandiosos críticos para los grafitti que aparecen cerca de mi casa. Ayer por la noche, me topé con uno nuevo: una mancha amarilla con rojo que formaba casi un ocho, cubriendo toda una ventana.
Esta mañana, al pasar de nuevo por el mismo lugar, encontré una nota:
Pocas veces he visto un grafitti tan malo.
Ayer llegó mi nueva estudiante. Después de un tiempo discutiendo de qué se trata el tema y todo el asunto, y ya que se iba, me preguntó: oye, ¿tú de dónde eres? - de México - ahhh, entonces ¿tú eres el que acabó la maestría en tres semestres?.
Al menos es buena fama - o eso espero.
Hace un par de semanas tomaron la foto de grupo de LAT, con los que trabajo en Dresden. En esos lugares yo no soy un miembro oficial, sino que aparezco como investigador invitado. Al parecer la fotógrafa se tomó muy en serio su trabajo, y para hacer explícito mi status, me puso como medio miembro.
Cabe aclarar que vi ya todas las otras fotos de la misma sesión, y esta es la mejor que tomó.
Ahora les propongo un juego: adivinen cuántas personas de esa foto traen pelo largo, y cuántas de esas son mujeres.
Mi platica de hoy resulto un fracaso absoluto. Fue benefico, porque surgieron temas que no habia pensado y que podrian ayudar en mi investigacion. Fue muy malo porque no supe contestar a algunas de las dudas, y mucho menos a la queja de que estaba sobre-generalizando (cosa que al final me di cuenta que no hacia).
En fin, supongo que en esto, como en todo, se mejora con la practica.
This will be the first post written in english in this blog, but this time it is necessary, for I want non-spanish-speakers to read it.
Yesterday we had a farewell celebration, I'm not sure if I can call it a party, for my moving to Leipzig. It could hardly have been better than it was; the setting, the people, the execution, it made me very, very happy.
The celebration was made next to the Elbe, across from the city center, at night. We sat on the grass, and could see the historic buildings, enjoy one of the last good-weather days, before the autumn strikes for real, and grill peacefully. This scene is one I will, for sure, remember when I see back to my days living in Dresden: me, with friends, next to the famous historic buildings, two of which were renovated and re-opened during my two year period here, grilling, eating good (though a little raw, or a little burned) food, drinking a beer (or whatever the next level was at the time), breathing air mixed with the smoke from the grill carried by the wind, greeting a dog that came and with good manners waiter for his bone.
Yesterday I told this so many times that they probably got really tired of listening it, but I have to say it again: Thank you, thank you all, the ones that were there, and the ones that missed, for making my time in Dresden one of the greatest experiences I have ever had, and helping me go over the dark days I had back at the end of 2004, beginnig of 2005 that you might not remember, but I will never forget. Suffering mixed with laughs; that was a short definition of my life.
Before I start crying now, for the tears are fighting hard to leave my lacrimal, let me state who was there: Basti (remember, the lion is never as it is painted), Dung (pronounced something like Dzung), Yusri (his name is Bong, Yusri Bong), the two 'Mads (that arrived late, and I have no picture of, sorry guys), Maria (a friend of Ahmad), and of course, the one that could have not missed this one, Rochy (the other mexican in CL). Some people that would have been very nice to have there, but were not present for different reasons: Vivek, with an endless repository of stories to tell, and a very particular way of doing so; Wiwi, of course, with her joy and laughter; and many others, but if I start giving the names of all, I would never finish.
To finish a great night, while I was waiting for my tram back home, a german approached me, and I was able to chat with him, in german. It was, of course, a very basic conversation: where are you from, what do you do, etc; but I was happy to be able to understand him, and chat gleefully for some five minutes.
That is all, I am not away from Dresden forever, I will still come every week, but now I know that I am not a Dresdner anymore; the master years are over, this was the time planned to leave, one way or the other.
