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The first pilgrim

El año se estrena con el primer peregrino, y no podía ser de la mejor forma con una figura del ciclismo profesional Roberto Cordoba, que entre su palmares esta el Trofeo de la vuelta a los puertos en 1987. Empezó el camino en la puerta de su casa en Ribarroja del Turia y tras 11 dias llego a Santiago y finalmente a Finisterre.

Nuestra enhorabuena y nuestro animo a todos aquellos peregrinos bien a pie o en bicicleta que deseen hacer un camino distinto, lleno de historia , sorpresas , paisajes y monumentos espectaculares, donde todavía no se ha perdido el espíritu de hospitalidad de sus gentes



A su paso por Requena procedente de Ribarroja del Turia (Valencia)



or `On the Mount Joy at the gates of Santiago

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three years

Yesterday was exactly 3 years to get to Berlin, yesterday was cloudy, like the day you arrive and at the end of the day yesterday I felt almost as tired as the day arrives . But if many things have happened in this time at times it seems that a couple of months and sometimes I'm here forever. learning German, I have work, I like where I live, and the Germans tolerate a little more ... sometimes. Yesterday I had another experience typical "Berlin", I am going to swim in the morning, the pool usually opens at 8 and in the locker room door that separates the pool is usually a sign that says if it is closed or open. Yesterday it was 7:53, there was the sign and the door was open, so (perhaps with my imprudence Latino) between, I got the water started to swim a few seconds another woman was also in the water. Suddenly I hear angry cries and I see that one of the employees of the pool screaming for us to get off the water and we indicates the clock marked 7:58 am. We left the water and this woman is fifty, angry red hair, and her rage, and continued shouting that we are not 8 even, we can not be in the water etc, etc, I try to explain that the door was open, the woman is screaming at me that I could not more and so I got angry I yell even louder, you have to tell me tell me politely, which I was not going to speak in that tone. Well, the woman became a sweet dove under the tone and kindly explained to me is a matter of insurance that one can not be in the water before the official opening hours, I gave the reason I said that the next and already knew all this was already 8:05 am so we could return to the water. This is so typical for Berlin, there is always someone who shouts, barks and growls instead of talking when he wants to communicate something, and I always had warned that it is a matter of speaking louder then the communication to be established as normal. But for me since this episode I get stressed, I had to whip breath, calm down and stop to swim over me. That need was to this? if this woman had told me no one would normally angry or stressed. But no, oh course I forgot .... Germans are direct, but even the Berliners are proud of it, but what they call being direct is just shouting and bad manners. Not think that can be direct and still say things nicely ... But ah, of course I forget to be nice here also is synonymous with levity.

I must learn to be more tough, mouthy and aggressive, but I want to be like,? one hand to survive here is not another, but I do not want to become that kind of full-time person. Then in the afternoon yesterday I had to go to the immigration office by right touch me and have an indefinite visa, but yesterday, of course those of migration did not want my regular tax statement if not a formal role of tax "has 7 pages and a stamp "and because they had that fucking paper gave me a visa again for three years. Al migration gave equal (or look at my paper) if they work or not, if I speak German or not, if I "integrate" or no, missing the role of 7 pages and seal. Anyway, next week I have to make that role, re-appointment to migration and perhaps two more months to give me the visa indefinitely. Neither man cares to know and react migration (sometimes) as I see Tatort Berlin and Sunday (Tatort is a German police series, is an institution 30 years ago that they see her is almost like and be part of German society). Well

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migration is much worse.

I think this process difficult to be in a new country is that my 42 years I try and justify that "deserve" to be here and that "deserve" to have a job. That's what I find most difficult, the double burden that I must do everything right and wrong not to prove that I am "competent." Sometimes I run out of Berlin and go to Rügen in the Baltic or somewhere and open a shop and junk food dibuijtos hand painted for tourists, perhaps when they are 6 years of being here.

know this post does not sound very positive, but are those days of little frustrations. In reality, the moments of happiness beyond the moments of frustration.

A couple of drawings of the pool and other amateurs.