How goes life ... Tuesday, July 27th 27 years ago my mother decided to take revenge on the kicking that for nine months had been inflicted in the middle abdomen, giving me birth, and expelling of the form More cruel never given birth, in midsummer. (Note to my mother: "It would have been less cruel unborn child, a son of Russian immigrants living in exile in Spain, and that under the dictatorship of me pusierais leader named" Sergei "). Continue ...
God knows how unhappy and traumatic that has been fulfilling my childhood years in July! Born in summer, means that one can never have those 5 minutes of glory in the class and the other tiny beings cruel gum stuck on your desk, of course they DO have, I never could buy my popularity and respect from the rest of Child s from school, based on bags filled with clouds, berries and various bribes, irresistibly involved with colored ribbons.
The truth is that if you were a lucky guy for those born from September to June, after school, TU came late, and call it the birthday party, also known as "top-annually de-recruitment-of-best-friend-up-to-the-course-school-us-part. " But if you were part of the minority stinking years met the only two remaining months, never knew any of the children who came to yours. Will not do much, I discovered not only that the parents were the Magi, but mine did overtime in the business of organized crime, cheating on his poor creature -I. It turns out that my mother, a true expert of armed crime, she went out and bribed with triangles of bread with Nutella to Bimbo anybody else tertiary that come to play the piñata, the sack race and musical chairs.
When one day the truth came to light, she argued in his defense that was the love of mother that led her to commit the crime, since they had no playmates class on my birthday, had an explanation beyond unflattering orthodontic wear a 7 years of my childhood, "born in the middle of bloody summer. all my buddies were leaving to spend the summer " Al Pueblo." Yes, sir @ s, categorically: " The People", a mysterious black hole of the geography of the E HPANA Deep, which is still today for me, an unknown, and which seemed to be tó quiski; good, but me and the son of the deli where my mother had bought bologna sandwiches for the party - casually that morning.
For this reason, I went to Australia. Because wherever you are "The People " certainly not be in Australia. I know many of you believed that I moved to this country to meet at secret CIA agent, a mission with some exotic name Operation Kangaroo type. Defraudaos feel very-dear-me @ s @ s. ..
came to Australia in the Southern Hemisphere because there is August. No cicadas sing and there Mini-ft; no holidays in August, Mr. @ s. Here there is no summer. Nor goats pull the bell, and danced Paquito Chocolatier in the festival of "El Pueblo ." It is clear that a country without these cultural labels, is not really a country ... but Oh, GOD! ... First time in 27 could carry lollipops to the class, stop Reading Teacher, and scream his lungs:
- I invite you all to my birthday party. This afternoon at 5:00 p.m.! -.
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... 8 hours later and with a few pistachios over the body ...
Say conclude my party. No one came, "again. - " Cauen the milk of kangaroo!" - I thought to myself, if I was in class when I should cry
- 我 请 你 到 我 的 生日 派对!
What are we in Australia, and here there is only Chinese, for Goodness Sake!
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