I wish i had bookmarks in my brain. So many things have happened and I can only remember last 24 hours. Maybe if I try harder last week, from monday. Ok maybe more, but what a hassle. SO anyway I did went hometown (finally!) for vacations but OMFG that was a full house with my two brothers, their girlfriends and two little children (hell of hells). Fuck, I said. And then headed to the bed that I would have to share with my mom since girlfriend 1 was all over MY ROOM (brother 1 threatened my mother that he was SO going back to HMO if she diddnt let her stay there, since she has her little child with her). Gilfriend 2 was in an individual bed next to mine. Oh fuck. Fuck of Fucks. Gladly, there was a lot of religious events -the viacrucis, the march of silence, the mass of this, the mass of that, the rosario de pesame, the adoration of the cross, jeez...- and mom dragged everyone there with her. Every one but me, that is. Ahhh. Silence. I almost lock the house to let everyone else out once they come back. But then who would make the food and all? SO I let them in. Meanwhile, my dad who is not atheist but antireligious -thankfully- was in the wild, and would come once in a while to chat a little, or to see how I was doing. I was ok -well mostly, because due to the full house parade I had way too much acid in my stomach, and felt more stressed that at the office-, installed in my side of the bed, with the lamp on (my dad & mom are always turning off the lights) and reading, first, Werther (Goethe) and then Humillados y Ofendidos (F. Dostoyevsky). Ah, no one could keep me away from those books and the bed, except for the condimented food my mom did -i ate three times a day or more!!!- which kept me not very well from my acid problem. Finally I ended up with the books and consented with being a little more social, as if I had a heart or something. This way I helped girlfriend 1 to use her camera, girlfriend 2 to use her videocamera, son of girlfriend 1 to read the lines of Hitman, only to take the controls for my self and end up killing some guys in sicily as agent 47. Wee! After I decided i was ok with living in that madhouse for four interminable days I went under the sun for the first time, to milk the cows and have some coffee at the milpa with my dad. That was nice. I have a lot of scratches to show for that (who needs tatoos when you have scars & scratches?) and the blair witch´s project style movie I did in the temporal. I am a danger with a videocamera. Finally I agreed to go with my dad to a place called EL COMARI where there is something similar to a lake except the water is there because of the rain and it is for the cows, ducks and deers to come down from the hills and drink. We started a fire and dad gave me a catre where I happily lied for a while until it was dark and then the wonders started. I had almost forgotten how beautiful, I repeat, how beautiful is the sky in the desert at night. Magic is little. It was amazing. We were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by cacti, mezquite and a whole little flora who flourish on spring time in the semi desertic areas. Whew. That was beautiful. I could smell it all. And I slept under the stars, with orion and the pleyades as ceiling. As borat would have said: Very Nice. To be Continued...