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March 30, 2015
To this day, I have done 6.441 kilometers with both the whike and the bike, 149 hours riding the whike, swum 65 kilometers and 35 gym hours—a total of 139 training days. I am not really counting the whistling of people from their vehicles anymore. A lot of them stick their heads and arms out […]
March 30, 2015
I have been traveling and came to the realization that, if I did not interact with anyone, my writing was significantly scarce. Nevertheless, as soon as I meet people, as if by magic, my diary started to get more stories and became more convincing. The descriptions of objects, places, climates and smells are alright, but […]
March 30, 2015
Most of the voices heard out there belong to artists of the paraphrase science, masters of the method, but with very little inspiration. Every so often, someone comes up with a new idea and the rest seem to hold on to it. I, on the other hand, am a unique creation and exclusive to my […]
March 30, 2015
I was awarded with the “March 9th” prize by usabywhike as prominent citizen by my solidarity. Many ask me why I do this and, I believe that they kind of expect an original and surprising answer–none of that. I do it because I can understand the feelings and wishes around me, yet this faculty becomes […]
February 9, 2015
So where have I been all this time? Everywhere, making people wait I guess, doing almost everything you get to tell, involved in a movie shooting in India, pestering travelers, deleting signals, weeping in the Gaza Strip, but, who could ever say this is not the most beautiful topic? Laura stood by the window anxiously […]
January 22, 2015
In Baeza, Antonio Machado taught French in a high school. I saw the classroom almost intact; the cramped wooden desks with the little hole for the inkwell, the wooden flooring, and his teacher table with a built-in brazier…I was walking around the room while trying to guess what a genius would think in such a […]
January 22, 2015
“Hey, by the way, ¿have you heard about the Sons of the Thunder? I asked him. I did not expect a foreigner to ask that question; I swear I heard his heartbeat, like he had either touched on a sacred topic or a too personal one. Well, I bet she would have played dumb if […]
January 5, 2015
The characters of John Steinbeck in Cannery Row are neither criminals nor courteous neighbors. The whike looks nothing like a bike or a sailboat. It is an extract, the mystery of the incomplete, the perfect little moment, the spoiled and seductive fragment of the ambiguity and the mistake. Sometimes though, you just have to get […]
December 1, 2014
I parked my whike at a plaza facing the city hall’s arcade. It was Sunday at noon and a bunch of well-groomed kids were running down the street yelling “to the church, to the church”. When they noticed the whike, they stopped suddenly like forgetting where they were headed to. From a corner, a old […]
December 1, 2014
The managerial role has to do with two types of responsibility: the first one is to achieve results and profitability for shareholders who jeopardize their economic resources. The second one has to do with all of the impacts that the managerial power has on both the employees and the society in general. The universities and […]
