Back in the Big City (Translation)

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Today I am in my second home, the beautiful city of West Liberty, Iowa, where the first ten years of my professional life I worked and where now I'll continue after I graduate with a master's degree in Spanish Linguistics. I'll be giving fourth grade for this coming year, in a lounge bililingue, similar to what he did before.


It is always good to see you with people that you haven't seen in a long time. When you enter the Office today I heard the voice of my great friend Leticia Escobedo cantadora and saw other acquaintances who had not seen in a long time, in some cases for two years since I went through the corridors. It is a singular sensation - the coming week will not feel this to see them, but now yes sorry. The concierges have taught me a closet which had kept several things mine, although he had left them in the living room two years ago. I do not know whether it is a signal of respect or nuisance which failed to throw...


Maybe since I've seen the room, seized my computer and deleted all the blessed emails that had accumulated during two years (was activated my account!), I feel a desire to eat and not get a cone. When I went to the beans that I brought, grabbed a spoon and surprise saw that the spoon is my home calendar.


And we all go and say 'Hello, how are you?, how you been gone?' and I respond in the same way. My children play in the Hall to swords with the son of a friend who is also armando salon and the background music is 'Comfortably Numb' Pink Floyd.


And we all go and say ' I'm glad you're here again, but the truth didn't think you were going to return. Why have you gone?' And I don't know to say, but who have returned and point. Maybe I feel a little something different, rare or pleasant or unpleasant, but not so. I simply am and point. I am the spoon that was never to leave.