Chapter one - being born
Autor: Krisnatágoras | Publicado: 2015-11-10T11:23:00-05:00


Every day during this phase of my project, I performed a sort of morning ritual. Soon after woken up or be woken up by some noise from the main road I use to spend some time sit over the bed looking me through the rusty and cracked mirror, repeating my mental dialogue: "In this exact moment you are looking yourself in that mirror, all is result of your lasts choices. All you went through and gave up. You decided adventure instead of safety, you decided fleeting relationships instead of a romantic relationship, you decided this room instead of you expensive apartment, you decided take bus instead of have a brand new car... So, no matters what, each day go deeply in your project."After that, get out of bed, I walk towards the grimy white closet, picking up one of the green pills - that are stored in a box in grenade shape - swallowing it with help of the water that was left in the glass.I'm still getting used to the room. The first and only room that I've looked after arriving in London. It was located on the third floor of a old house, I had to share just the kitchen and bathroom. At that floor lived with me a middle-aged Algerian man who spent all day at the mosque - probably praying - and a brazilian catholic girl -&nbsp; who was really pretty, but looked like desperate looking for a husband.At the room there were an old single bed which the mattress was quite noise, a wooden varnished shelf which I settled most of my books. A rack of clothes and a small dresser. Into the drawers of the dresser I placed underwear, socks and paperwork in general, over the dresser, were a small lamp and my glasses - I have to assume that these glasses looked bit hipster, but I don't give a shit. On the ground I left my weights that I used to daily exercise. I never liked to go at gyms, but the exercises were medical recommendation because of back problems, inheritance of my epoch of fat nerd.

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At that time of day there was never anyone at house. After exactly twenty-five minutes of exercise, already awake and without sleep, opened the blinds, outside in this season - winter - even in the morning looked like night, gray weather, light rain, people rushed down the street with their umbrellas and waterproof to clothes.Going to the kitchen wearing just my underwear turning on the rusty aluminum kettle (or at least seemed rusty, then I discovered that here the water is heavy, it took me to assimilate the concept of heavy or light water, the heavy water lets everything with this appearance of rusty), putting a good shot of powdered coffee in the cup, mixed with powdered chocolate, a sweetener tablet and a bit of milk and finally pouring the hot (and heavy) water in the cup. Backing to my habitation I looked the News in my computer while I rolled one spliff and one cigarette. Here they use to roll tobacco (miss the straw cigarettes) it's cheaper than the normal one.While sipping my coffee smoked my tobacco cigarette (the spliff was to later) and read the news in three different websites: Le Monde, BBC News and El País One of the goals of my project was be able to become fluent in three new languages: French, Spanish and English, of course. 

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