Bored to hell!

Desinspirado é sinónimo de triste. Não estou habituado à falta de musas e muito menos ao descontentamento conformado. Não que seja mimado ao ponto de ter sempre tudo o que quero mas... Aqui deixo uma articulação de palavras que só a muito custo consigo escrever:

Olá por aí festa
Baby Manhã
Amanhã livro rápido breve
depois trelo lorpa
Design pilar
a pilar com ela
nhê cócó
xixicama.
Vem uma bomba e morrem todos.

In English now:
You know what? I don't like it here... I don't like it here in this house on one of the most problematic neighborhoods in Holland, and that's not even the problem, (most of you don't know how it is back in my Porto). The social problems here in 's-Hertogenbosch are not car-parkers, drug addicts, ugly hoes, dirty streets nor lack of economic power.
Here people are more polite in shops, bars, public services, everywhere... Generally speaking dutch folks smile a lot more than portuguese. And for me, the worst of it all, is that it's never as fake as most portuguese do. You get it? I believe there's no reason to smile if its raining, if you had a bad day and you are never going to see me again for the rest of your life. But you smile truthfully. I don't know why... Maybe it's because you are happy to have a good paying job, a beautiful wife and two healthy kids. That should make it...
Even so... If it depends on me Den Bosch is a part of my past. There are somethings I'll never forget, I know.
Mark (big), if you read this, you asked me what I first thought of our class the first time. I told you I did not have an opinion at that time and that I didn't thought anything at all. Honestly, you all seemed to me quite closed... Nothing strange. In Portugal most people don't give themselves at first sight. The problem is when it takes more than 3 months to arrange a meeting outside school. You and Mark (DJ), were exceptional with us. By having known you I can, (between many other things), go back to Portugal and say that I've been in my dutch friend's rooms drinking a couple of beers and listening to music. But even with your effort to become a little bit portuguese, I don't like it here... I'm so sorry that tears almost come to my eyes as I'm writing this.
Let me explain.
Since I'm here I think I have been seeing about thirty movies a month... Maybe more. Hollywood is just two minutes away and there I find Cannes, Rotterdam Film Festival, Teen Adventures, Action, Pixar, whatever... But in Porto I can meet about thirty guys a month. And they will much probably say "Hi!" to me if after one week I see them again.
Here I spend minimum 8 hours a day in front of the laptop. Dividing the time between school works, DVD playing, making music, designing for clients in Portugal, informing friends and documenting life, like in this case... I bless my laptop.
In Porto I spend about 8 hours a day with my friends...
Weather reports are always the first excuse. But I think it's deeper than that. It seems to me that my generation (people between 20 an 30) have lots of social pressure on their shoulders, here. It's like a transition ritual...
Facts:
Every student gets a good scholarship from the government that will be taken away if the student fails a couple of years.
Most of dutch youngsters stop depending on their parents at age 18, maybe earlier.
Dutch students have part time jobs at least one day a week. Washing cars, driving cabs, whatever...
And if I take our professional world has an example, dutch design has, indeed, a tradition of good design, undeniable. You are forced to keep it up by doing everything school asks you.
You have a much better social state and corruption it's null when compared to the Portuguese politics.
But you know what? It doesn't make me happy. At all! And one thing I'm almost sure you have trouble imaging is the pleasure in leaving obligations behind waiting for me to finish my beer drinking and time killing... sitting and laughing with my friends in the portuguese spring sun!