En Kazutaka de cami de l'edifici on tenim les habitacions. Podriem anar d'un edifici a l'altre penjats de les lianes, com en Tarzan!

Ja ho se, l'he tallat; no soc massa bon fotograf.

primeres impressions - els indis

Hola!

Pretenc fer una serie d'apunts sobre la meva actual estada a l'India. Per exeperiencia, prefereixo no prometre gaire fidelitat.

Per comencar us parlare una mica dels indis i de les primeres observacions que n'he fet. Si, semblo un antropoleg, o pitjor: un psicoleg! Aquests defectes s'enganxen...

El primer que em va sobtar es la diferencia en les dimensions de l'espai personal. Em refereixo a aquella zona al voltant del nostre cos que preferim que no se superi, i que nosaltres respectem en els altres. Evidentment, aquesta distancia depen de la persona i la relacio que hi tens. Es una actitud inconscient, excepte quan algu la supera. I ja el primer dia em sorprenia com em tocaven! No penseu malament, em refereixo a posar-te la ma a l'esquena, o estirar-te el brac. M'he fixat en que entre ells de seguida s'agafen de la ma o es passen el brac per sobre l'espatlla. I avui un company, dels qui mes em faig, m'ha agafat la ma i m'he mort de vergonya. Per mi no es normal, pero tampoc volia que se sentis ofes...

Una altra curiositat sobre els indis es un estrany (per mi) moviment que fan amb el cap. Sovint balancegen el cap a dreta i esquerra. Poden estar parlant amb tu, i el gest preten donar un sentit especial al que diuen (a veure qui es el llest que l'endevina!). Pero sobretot ho fan com a resposta: pot voler dir que si, que no, m'ho estic pensant, gracies per l'ajuda, falten 5 rupies, ja ten pots anar pero torna dema cap a les 3 i si no hi soc truca'm al telefon 5069877... ves a saber! Ja me'n va avisar l'Anna Gavalda, i potser es el millor consell que m'han donat! Tambe es curios que a vegades, si jo faig que si o que no amb el cap, no m'entenen.

Sobre el que tambe estava avisat es que aqui es menja amb les mans. Be, hi ha coberts disponibles, i jo i d'altra gent els utilitzem, inclosos alguns indis. Pero en general mengen amb els dits. Per suposat, es netegen les mans abans i despres de menjar! Algun dia provare jo de menjar com ells. No es pas facil menjar amb les mans sense que sigui una marranada! Ells mantenen els dits molt nets, i no vull fer el ridicul llencant-me tot l'arros per sobre.

Tambe es curios la facilitat amb que es treuen les sabates. Tothom duu sandalies o un altre calcat facil de treure, i quan estan asseguts a classe sovint se les treuen. I aqui on estic ara, a la sala d'ordinadors, esta prohibit entrar calcat.

Ostres, repassant el que escrit em sembla que gairebe tot es despectiu! Ho intentare arreglar. La majoria dels indis amb els que m'he trobat son amigables, somrients, amables, generosos i hospitalaris. Pensen molt en ajudar l'altre i fer-lo sentir be. Em dona la sensacio que amb mi aixo es multiplica, pel fet de ser estranger. Pero d'aixo en parlare en un altre apunt, que no em vull sortir del tema i tinc feina.

Be, fins al proper apunt, si es que n'hi ha!

Sort!

Albert

PS: Escric amb un teclat configurat per l'Angles, de forma que no tinc ni accents, ni ces trencades, ni dieresis ni totes aquestes cosetes que sovint fan la murga pero que quan no hi son les trobes a faltar.

Last July my laptop was damaged. It's not important how or who damaged it. The significant fact was that I had expended a lot of money in a laptop when I had it, and then it was broken when I couldn't afford a reparation.

The laptop didn't work well and it didn't recognize some important hardware: battery, wireless antenna, usb ports... I tried a lot of things, but I was unsuccessful. I even though about throwing in the towel and install Windows in the laptop.

But recently I've acquired a few new informatics knowledge. And the last week I had an idea and implemented it and... I did it! My laptop, now known as Marv, have returned from his ashes as Phoenix did.

I'm very happy to have done it myself! And now I can install all the tools I need to work in my own laptop, I'll not be dependent on the investigation group's one.

Today, a good new. Tomorrow, more!

Best of lucks!

Yesterday night there was an interesting conversation at the centru (how should I say "el centru" in English?). We talked about the strange words and expressions that make Mikel laugh at David. Yes, as you are suspecting, there are a few points to be added at the list started at January the seventh.

forth: atabalar. Don't "atabalate" me with translations. "marear" is not exactly the same, if I want to say "atabalar" I've got no choice: I'll say "atabalar".

fifth: enchegar. Please, don't burn the TV, I want to see the weather information. Just "enchegate" it.

sixth: somos. "Somos" is not an incorrect word in Spanish. But when he says "¡Somos viernes!" David is not declaring his suport for the Wednesdays' community. He means that the weekend is coming soon.

Good luck!

They were running along the underground passages. Twelve goblins were hot on their heels, shouting and throwing poisoned javelins to them. Nerst fired the first of the nineteen arrows that Count Fosco had given to him just the night before. A goblin fell, and for an instant the crowd hesitated. Livab took this chance to look forward. She saw the way out the cave. However, the forest outside wasn't the solution. If you try to scape from the goblins through the woods in the night, they will sure call their colleagues the wolfs. So Livab conducted Nerst behind a rock. Protected of the javelins by the stone, Nerst fired again to the enemies. His hands moved as fast as the wind. At last, there was a single goblin only thirty meters in front of them, holding its javelin in the left hand. And Nerst had a single arrow in his quiver. He rapidly putted it in his bow, aimed at the goblin and fired. The arrow went through the goblin's left arm and the javelin fell in the floor. Livab jumped to the goblin and cut its neck with her big axe. The battle finished. Then, in front of them were the forty miles long way through the fruitful Green Forest.

They were running along the underground passages. Twelve goblins were hot on their heels, shouting and throwing poisoned javelins to them. Nerst fired the first of the eighteen arrows that Count Fosco had given to him just the night before. A goblin fell, and for an instant the crowd hesitated. Livab took this chance to look forward. She saw the way out the cave. However, the forest outside wasn't the solution. If you try to scape from the goblins through the woods in the night, they will sure call their colleagues the wolfs. So Livab conducted Nerst behind a rock. Protected of the javelins by the stone, Nerst fired again to the enemies. His hands moved as fast as the wind. At last, there was a single goblin only thirty meters in front of them, holding its javelin in the left hand. But Nerst's quiver were empty. The goblin leaned backward his body to get impulse, aimed at Nerst and throwed the weapon. The javelin wounded Nerst's right arm. Livab jumped to the goblin and cut its neck with her big axe. The battle finished. Then, in front of them were the endless way through the Dark Forest, and Nerst had an unjuried arm and poison in his veins.

A little burocratic decision can make a big change in a story.

Today an uncontrollable stampede of UOC's students, like a biblical plague, has occupied the Physics Faculty. The vision of this singular* people has generated a lot of thoughts in my stressed mind. I'll explain you only one.

I must put you in context. Bologna's process is related with small groups, proximity between teachers and students, seminars... But this will involve smaller rooms, therefore economic inversion and making alterations to the buildings.

Haven't they though about UOC's? Do they agree with Bologna's process? I don't believe that a UOC student would like to have some university workers putting up asd a wall in his bedroom.

Oh, yes, this has my best thought. Today I am not so much inspired.

Luck!



* yes, singular is exactly the correct word

Today I write to recommend to you three videos. These videos are made by Mishima, a great band of pop. "Miquel a l'accés 14" is a song from their third album "Trucar a Casa. Recollir les fotos. Pagar la multa". Their fourth and last album, "Set tota la vida", provides brilliant songs as "Qui n'ha begut" and "Un tros de fang". I hope you'll enjoy it.

Saturday night I went to Mishima's gig in the Heliogàbal with Andrea. This was a wonderful show, with good adaptations, improvisations and new songs.

A nice night in a very special day.

Hi!

I must answer to the tsunami of expectation about the subject of my father and our surname. This morning I've talked to my father and he wasn't annoyed at all. He doesn't disapprove the translation of our surname. Yes, I've said our surname. What I'll do is to gather information and present it in a familiar meeting (I mean my parents, brother and sister).

That's all for today.

Best of luck!

Albert

Another picture to show you the great dimension of the antennas they had in Pune!

Who am I?

This question seems very profound, but this is not my intention. What I'm thinking about is my name. When somebody asks me "Who are you?", I answer "Albert Cañellas i Pagès". When I say it, there's no problem*. What I don't like is when I write it. My first surname is catalan, but it is in Spanish, and it has the "ñ", a symbol of spanishness. The "ñ"is like a flag of the spanish nationalism. And I have it in my name. It's not a coincidence: when an army conquers a hill, they hummer a flag in it. So they hummered an "ñ" (and an "a") in my ancestor's surname.

Now seem that my name begins to appear in international documents. Today we had sent a proposal to Mumbai, India, to observe with their GMRTelescope (an array of thirty antennas like the ones in the picture). In the proposal I appear (after the word "Authors" and a few names :D ) as "A. Cañellas". I don't like it. I hate forgetting my mother's surname. And I don't like to contribute to the international projection of Spain.

I've searched information Generalitat's webpage and I've found that this is very easy. It's a translate, not a change.

However, the fisrt is to speak it with my parents. I have had some trouble for talking to him. And when I finaly catched, and I was explaining him, his face turned very serious. He doesn't liked it at all. 'What is more Catalan than Cañellas**? And then, I'll not be your father anymore? When you get out of home, do what you want. Dont talk abou it anymore!' he said, in an angry voice that I didn't remember.

Well, I don't understand this reaccion. If he doesn't like, I'm not going to contradict him. But he has said not to talk about it, and I want to talk to him an explain that I don't want to change my surname, my idea was only about a translation, I'm not rejecting his surname. I don't know what to do.

Albert Cañellas i Pagès


*Well, yes, there is one problem, I have some trouble pronouncing "ll".
**Canyelles is a catalan town, in Garraf.

More than a year ago I published my last post. It was written Catalan and sad, and I was disoriented. Now I'm happy, I have lots of plans and projects to do and I write in English. I've just installed the British English corrector and I have to restart Firefox to use it, so this post could be full of errors. In fact this has a lot to do with the purpose of me writing in English. I am forcing myself to write in English to practice a little. Therefore, if yo see an error (or several), tell me, please. Well, I mean in the case that someone is reading this.

I will devote my first post to a language issue: the "catalanades" in spanish. Today I've listened a girl saying "no cal que lo hagas" in a spanish conversation. I'm not speaking about a farmer from a little town near Vic that always speack in Catalan and one day he have to talk to a post office employee born in Cuenca. I'm interested in the catalan words used by spanish speakers in spanish conversations.

There are a lot of them, but at the moment I remember three. And they are very used.

first: cal. I've writed above that today I've listened a girl saying this. But it is really used. Who likes to say "no es necesario que lo hagas" when you can say it as short as "no cal que lo hagas"?

second: runa. "Ese castillo está en runas", or "vigila, que estás pisando runa y te harás daño". I remember my grandmather talking about "runas" in the floor and imagining Balin the dwarf writing his farewell words in Moria mines. By the way my grandma is from Vélez-Málaga and she always speak in spanish.

third: ara. "Ahora", what a long word! And it's too difficult to say all this vowels all together. Take it easy, say "ara" and finish it right now.

I hope that if someone is reading this he has thought "Is this word really wrong? Why?". Is this the case?

I'm sure that I will expand this list soon. Any suggestion? Make a comment!

Albert

potser s'acosta el moment de començar a tocar de peus a terra i deixar-se estar de somnis, capritxs, desitjos, egoismes, ideologies i voluntats



llavors, arribaré alguna dia a complir el meu somni de veure l'aurora boreal?

divendres -> inici: banyar-se a l'atlàntic

dissabte -> de la cota 1,000 als 1,900m creuem un tupit bosc, travessem els núvols

diumenge -> alguna diminuta flor trenca la duresa d'un camí desert

dilluns -> l'objectiu: veure la sortida del sol des de 3,717.98m d'alçada

quan tens un desig és bo pronunciar-lo en veu alta, potser gràcies a això es compleix. bé, també pots provar d'enviar-lo en forma de missatge de mòbil a la persona adequada

gràcies santi!



ps: les fotos són robades del space del santi. si us han molat visiteu-lo, n'hi ha de molt guapes

sempre he sigut un fidel defensor de la coherència

jonny be goooohooohhoooohoooohoooohhooohooood!

bé, ha acabat una tongada de visites. ara em sento una mica i sol i una mica més lliure

podria escriure un apunt molt llarg sobre cada una d'elles, però m'hi posaria amb el primer i segur que en quedaria algun per escriure...

la primera visita va ser de la laura i la núria (la meva cosina). van venir per carnavals, però van venir per mi, eh... XD òsti com necessito que ma germana em digui les veritats! la trobo molt a faltar. i va ser curiós que vingués la núria: és dels familiars que menys veig i que més m'agrada veure. els vaig ensenyar una mica l'illa, el menjar (la tasca sinfreno, un guachinche d'anaga, la cafeteria de la facultat...), vam anar a la orotava, al teide, al blues bar, a las teresitas, al puerto de los cristianos, a puerto de la cruz, santa cruz... i vam veure un munt de plomes! plomes, infermeres sexys, polis sexys, jugadores de futbol sexys... i quan dic sexys, vull dir amb la intenció de ser sexy. que moltes noies ho aconseguien, però els tius... encara tinc malsons on apareixen escots peluts i carmí entre barba i bigoti :S

després van venir la núria i el joan, amics de la facultat de la ub. ells també venien per carnavals (però per mi, és clar). amb ells vaig anar a la cremada de la sardina, un acte molt curiós sobretot pel seguici multitudinari de gent vestida de vídua (sexy, és clar) fent veure que plorava entre crits de lamentació. mai havia vist tanta gent fent teatre de manera espontània. és com el "no passaran!" del correfoc, però més a pinyón, i molt més "teatreru". i després de la cremada repartien sardina a la brasa (amb papas arrugás, mojo i gofio, per suposat), i a les 3 de la matinada venen molt de gust! també vam anar al teide, a la orotava, al blues, a l'agüita, al puerto, a la facultat, a la sinfreno, a un guachinche a anaga, a santa cruz, a los cristianos, a las teresitas... però el millor, sens dubte, va ser escapar-nos un dia i mig a la gomera. l'endemà d'anar al concert de paulina rubio, vam agafar el ferry i ens vam plantar a l'illa del costat. és preciosa! amb la motxilla a l'esquena vam començar a caminar sense saber què fer. "lloguem unes bicis? on dormirem? busquem els horaris de busos? hi haurà busos aquí?" només teníem clar que a la posta de sol volíem estar en una platja de la punta oest, i a la sortida a l'est. i ho vam aconseguir! vam llogar un cotxe, vam fer night naker fast tourism, vam fer unes guiness, vam veure moltes postes de sol al mar (com cansa!), vam entrar al mar i de poc no en sortim XD, vam cantar, vam anar a lepe...

la següent visita va ser la més sentimental: els meus pares i mon germà! al veure'ns a l'aeroport no sabíem si riure, plorar, abraçar-nos o què fer. va ser estrany ser l'anfitrió dels meus pares: fins i tot un dia els vaig fer el dinar jo! vam fer molt turisme: teide (fins a la cota 3500!), orotava, cristianos, puerto, facultat, sinfreno, bodegón de viana, santa cruz... vam menjar molt i molt bé (dos cops a la sinfreno), i vam fer molts sucs naturals, que a mon germà li va encantar el de pinya. el millor? jugar amb mon germà al parc i veure la cara de tranquil·litat dels meus pares al adonar-se que estic de puta mare aquí.

i sense temps per descansar ja tenia aquí la mariona i el borja! amb ella no he perdut gens el contacte però ja tenia ganes de veure-la i xerrar. i al borja feia molt que no el veia (crec que des de que vam sopar a molins per acomiadar-me). també vam menjar molt bé. a la sinfreno em van preguntar per la família XD. però amb ells la cosa va anar més aviat de bars: época, siete, agüita, haring, escenario, o'clock... i evidentment, el gran blues bar. va ser una nit memorable. ara ja no pensaré cada dijous "el blues bar segur que li agradaria al borja", perquè ja sé que li agrada. també vam anar una mica a la platja, tot i que amb el temps en contra. divendres vam anar a la punta del hidalgo, l'extrem oest d'anaga, a veure pondre's el sol. el lloc és preciós, es veu la costa occidental d'anaga que també ho és, i hi ha un munt de plantes i animals marins a la vista (senyal que l'aigua és ben neta). la posta de sol va ser un "momentassu". i una cançó va guanyar una gran imatge. amb ells, més que amb ningú, he sentit que estaven allà per veure'm a mi. sona molt egocèntric, però és el que sento. diumenge a les 6 de la matinada, quatre hores abans que se n'anessin, els veia dormir a la meva habitació i em sentia com orgullós: "quin parell de grans persones que tens aquí!"


moltes visites, però cada una diferent: hi ha qui et compra sabó, qui duu el seu, i qui utilitza el dels meus companys de pis sense demanar permís!


la conclusió de tot plegat és: em sento molt estimat!!!


properes visites:

santi: 27 abril - 1 de maig
gemma, elena i anna: 4 -7 de maig
rai: finals de maig?


sort!

ps: a la foto, l'ambient de l'agüita. ens ve un tiu lleig (molt molt lleig) i ens demana que li fem una foto amb un amic seu. no hauria tingut més sentit que també ens hagués deixat una càmera seva? aquestes setmanes s'han fet fotos molt millors, però encara no me les han passat: a veure si me n'envieu alguna!