video #1

https://youtu.be/aHs8ntj2rOQ

don´t touch the chairs (#3)

To be honest, few moments of my life have felt shame and have not been so strong. At the moment I remember a situation that occurred in 2011, times of study stoppage very extensive in my old school that were not smaller, we are talking about 11 months for the low. In this context was that one of the days of initiation of mobilizations is called to a large extraordinary assembly of all the courses that made up the school day of the morning.

In short, it was agreed, with votes made in the course of the morning, to occupy the establishment and consequently the fence was filled with chairs. Late in the afternoon, at about three o'clock, the front of the school was crowding of students waiting for the news that there would be no classes. I was there, trying to get to the subway by a small space that the students left between the fence with chairs on it. it was hard to pushing boys and, in a little moment, i pushed a chair and all the pillar fell making a great noise, there was an awkward silence like 5 seconds, thas's when the teasing started, like 2 thousand voices burst of laughing, shouting at me, it was a greeeeeeeat moment, the only decision i could take was to escape from there with my face red like a tomato.

this is my story, feel free to laugh or cry, whatever. 

to you, 10 years in the future (#2)

Without a doubt, my best holiday go back to the early stages of my childhood, family camping, fishing, amusement parks that seem to be a thousand times bigger than they really are, a world of giants created for giants, anyway, as they say "All the past time was better".

In this sense, I want to remember a moment that was especially memorable a few years ago, I don't remember how many to tell the truth

¿Place? Pichilemu, beach days, enjoy with my brothers and parents, things that may be common but are always welcome, but in this case there was a variant... ride a horse by the shore. Among the small waves that are formed at low tide hours, a slight undertow, a horse galloping freely and the only thing you can do about this is to take the reins and feel the bustling wind that gives you on the face always and small drops of salt water soaks you up, it is definitely a "religious" (burning alive) experience.

For many people this might be meaningless, but for me, who am a city boy who longs for the countryside, it became in the future that I would like to live.