El mundo es un pañuelo (y Madrid un moco)
by darmstaedter at 00:27
Hoy (bueno, ya es ayer) ha sido un día de casualidades. Bea, una amiga de japo, me escribe un SMS mientras estoy comprando en el centro, en la fnac, levanta la cabeza y estabamos al lado, literalmente. Has leido mi mensaje? Pues va a ser que no... Bueno, era que me apunto a la quedada a cenar esta noche con los de tu curro. Después de toda una mañana por ahí me voy al metro y hay una señora mayor, seguida de otras dos personas, que no me dejan correr para llegar al tren que está en la estación... eran mis padres que estaban pensando de la señora mayor lo mismo que yo de ellos, que por su culpa lo perdían. Bueno, así voy acompañado. Ya por la noche con los de GMV en el restaurante Donzoko, Bea resulta que conoce a uno de los camareros japoneses de una fiesta en casa de un compañero de cuando ella trabajaba en el Ginza (buff, qué complicado). Al salir se entretiene hablando con otra persona más sentado en otra mesa, quién será esta vez? Guillermo, un aeronáutico que yo también conozco de mis épocas de IAESTE, y con el que Bea coincidió en Aquisgrán/Aachen de Erasmus.
Qué pequeño es el mundo/Madrid!!
English
A day full of coincidences. First, while I was shopping in the center, a friend from japanese class, Bea, sends me an SMS, she lifts her head, and we were standing side by side in the fnac, literally. Read my message? The one that is beeping right now in my pocket? guess not... Anyway, it was only that I will join for tonite´s dinner with your workmates. Ok, cool! Around midday I'm trying to reach a metro right there on the station but I cannot because of an old woman and two more people blocking me on the scalators... they just happen to be my parents, them also complaining about the woman not letting them through... Well, thanks to that I don't go home alone. Then that evening at the restaurant Donzoko with the people from GMV, Bea seems to know one of the japanese waiters, from a party at the house of a workmate of hers when she was working in the Ginza (wow, complicated). Finally, on our way out, Bea stops to talk to another person in one of the other tables: it was Guillermo, a guy from my uni that I also knew from my times at IAESTE, and who was Erasmus in Aquisgrán/Aachen at the same time as her. It's a small world... and an even smaller town!!!
A day full of coincidences. First, while I was shopping in the center, a friend from japanese class, Bea, sends me an SMS, she lifts her head, and we were standing side by side in the fnac, literally. Read my message? The one that is beeping right now in my pocket? guess not... Anyway, it was only that I will join for tonite´s dinner with your workmates. Ok, cool! Around midday I'm trying to reach a metro right there on the station but I cannot because of an old woman and two more people blocking me on the scalators... they just happen to be my parents, them also complaining about the woman not letting them through... Well, thanks to that I don't go home alone. Then that evening at the restaurant Donzoko with the people from GMV, Bea seems to know one of the japanese waiters, from a party at the house of a workmate of hers when she was working in the Ginza (wow, complicated). Finally, on our way out, Bea stops to talk to another person in one of the other tables: it was Guillermo, a guy from my uni that I also knew from my times at IAESTE, and who was Erasmus in Aquisgrán/Aachen at the same time as her. It's a small world... and an even smaller town!!!
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