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After telling big O Uncle Sam to correct the spelling in my last name, my first step into the north is here. It is strange...strange enough to let myself fade into oblivion. I'm having strange thoughts about this next change in my life. Do I feel so confortable here, now? I guess it's gonna be really hard to turn off this life and turn on the student life again. Turn off the lights... I'm totally confused about life now. How can really good people suffer and how is it possible that ppl who makes no effort or don't even deserve it...can get and recieve so much? How unfair. Life is feeling strange these days...time to move on, after all the show must go on. Akasha is ready to stand up again and ride to the sunset....alone.
- You become a GOOD Mother far away from the city- You live (and later die) in a GOOD PRESTE- Gringos dance (or at least try) with you at this PRESTE- You sing your national anthem with all your lungs at a futball game- You scream (and almost loose your voice) at the same stinky futball game- You work as a guide so proud to be born in this crazy place- People remains silence after they have taken the first glimpse of La Paz City- you watn to buy a stupid hat with the colors of bolivian flag- a gringo tells you they have had so much fun- you are proud to say that Bolivia is more than just altiplano..... I've spent last 4 days drinking from the very soul of my country. There are a lot of silly things that a foreigner would never understand. Being the good mother of a little girl...buying her a white dress, holding her in the mass...etc. THAT HAS NO PRICE.After I was invieted (with the other good father) to have lunch. Mein GOTT, what a LUNCH! Not even the wealthiest family in the world can offer you such a GOOD lunch. Of course you have to eat it all....ahahhaha. Then we were taken to the Preste....TO DIE!
Liters and liters of beer will be available at one Preste (and this was day 3 of the party!). My COMPADRE started with JUST 4 boxes (each of 12 botles). After that..all you have to do is say a little pray for your liver...and say SALUD! SALUD! SALUD!. One trick I've learned...grab a bottle and a glass, and start inviting everybody before you are knocked out. You may as well stand in the middle with the dancers and follow the steps of a MORENADA, TINKU o WAYÑO!I was lucky that I had work next day, so we left around 4:30. By that time...i was totally happy, drunk (indeed) and have no clue how we managed to go down the INCA sacred STEPS! LIEBE JUNGE FRAU!!!Next day, working...my passangers had the best experience in their lifes jajajja, they recognized that bolivians are indeed...very CATHOLIC (the party on the Island was to honour Saint Antony! VIVA SAN ANTONIO!). Friday night is still a WILD memory dancing in my head.Sunday, I arrived and met with 3 cheerful american girls. We made it to the futball match. Indeed..I shouted with all my lungs the national anthem...after all, this may be the last time I sing it in next 2 years. Then after 90 mins of shouting and screaming like a vanshee...we had to laugh about the same old story...WE PLAYED LIKE NEVER, WE LOST LIKE ALWAYS! 2 to 0 was final result.Still....I'm so happy I was born in this complicated, magic, chaotic, friendly, messy, charming, crazy, cozy, poor, diverse, enigmatic, challenging, hard, corrupted, breath taking, unexpected..etc, etc,...country.Bolivianita soy y esta bien pues!
Some day s are better than others. Last night I haven't got the chance to sleep. I have rested indeed (and who wouldn´t...after 4 glasses of Singani & Cola)...but my mind was active and distracted. Last year I felt for the first time in my life something very unusual...a big loop, the change of magnetic forces...call it what you want, but some times you can really feel how something has changed BIG time in this world. 2 weeks ago that happened again. And last week I think the effects of this BIG change started to happen.I was quite glad I've discovered a lot of new positive things after my young friend Mathias left. But last thursday/friday/saturday/sunday... I was completly shocked. I run into a very unique and fascinating star. What was shocking was the fact that I hardly knew this star, and yet it seemed so familiar. But life always plays some tricks and again time and space where not correct. Another parallel universe? who knows. I am a bit dissapointed on these "mistakes" and the way that things sometimes run...so fast that you don't even have the time to realize how good it was, despite how short the time was. I've felt these days another growing pain! I tell myself I (feel no pain). But I'm feeling the pain (walk away). Can't walk away. I'm hanging on the ropes of hope; It's getting hard to cope you know when you're the needle running through my veins...I've changed my name to novocaine (BJ)
Regrets are all you left on your lipstick stainsTake a picture of our past there in that ashtrayWe had our fun, I used to light your flameLike the dancing smoke that rose we tried to find our wayNo one told me, she told meYour love's like one last cigaretteLast cigarette, I will savor itThe last cigaretteTake it in and hold your breath, hope it never endsBut when it's gone, it's goneThe last cigaretteJust to breathe reminds me of what used to beThe smoke's the ghost that keeps you close when I can't sleepDon't ask the past to last; it's about to changeThe memories don't answer when I call your nameYour love's like one last cigaretteLast cigarette, I will savor itThe last cigaretteTake it in and hold your breath, hope it never endsBut when it's gone, it's goneOne last cigarette, last cigaretteOne I can't forget, the last cigaretteRight there at my fingertips, I got your taste still on my lipsRight or wrongYou're still gone, gone, goneNo one told me, she told meYou always lose the girl in a Brian Wilson worldOne Last cigarette, I will savor itTake it in and hold your breath, hope it never endsBut when it's gone, it's goneOne last cigarette, last cigarettei will savor it the last cigarettetake it in and hold ya breathhope it never endsbut when its gone its goneThe last cigarette, last cigaretteOne I can't forget, the last cigaretteRight there at my fingertips, I got your taste still on my lipsRight or wrongNo one told me, she told me
Bon Jovi
After telling big O Uncle Sam to correct the spelling in my last name, my first step into the north is here. It is strange...strange enough to let myself fade into oblivion. 
