At some point during the past century I learnt how to write. “Elevul scrie.” was the mantra of that epoque - tasteless, emotionless and completely uncreative. Communist, I dare say.
The preparation for IELTS brought into my life another kind of topics – English seemed to be all about some foreign students (one of them definitely had to be an Asian) trying to find their way in a huge campus in UK, the ultimate destination of their learning adventure.
Pero el español… pues… I’ve been taught the Spanish subjunctive based one of Shakira’s songs. Love and war – that’s what they use to teach the foreigners that need to acknowledge Spanish as The Language not because it’s widespread and practical, such as English, but because it’s gorgeously passionate. There’s a conquistador hidden in the heart of my 60 years old teacher who has “libertad” as a username for the course forum. Their is a sparkle in each Spanish speaker’s eyes that only a revolution or a woman is able and will instantly bring to life.
And they have every right to be proud of this sparkle. You see, the Finns are now able to enjoy a chill swim in the lake after sauna because for ages they systemically removed the cardiacs from their gene pool. Now, these Spanish fellows worked out their asses to burn witches, to eliminate all the evil, impure creatures that could steer their dark thoughts and passions. Floating in a worry-free space, they are now able to enjoy the purity of admiring, caressing and whispering sweet thoughts in the ears of spotless fairies.
While the evil ones now inhabit a hell of their own, together with all the pagans who do know which plants are more powerful than the trivial coca.
Random Tripping in the Land of Aardvarks
