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  • Music plays and the idea that you might be listening to the same same song makes me shiver.
    Music, the one that makes me stay here staring through the window.
    Music: an elongated heart beat, an elongated memory of you.
    That is the distance that separates me from you:
    The randomness of a thought and a heartbeat colliding in one song.

    Place: Orient Espresso café on High Borough Street, London
    Music: Muse
    Time: 8:55 am
    Date: 12/02/08

    With a cup of hot black tea with milk and some shorbread, I'm having breakfast, wishing my friends were here or my sister to comment all the good things I did yesterday. But there is only my journal, the cup of tea and Muse. So, here it goes: Yesterday was a terrific day!! I had a loong walk that took me like three hours. I walked all along the Thames river on South Bank on a pedestrian path called The Queens walk. I started early in the morning. I took the Tube and got off in Waterloo station. I walked out and got to a book shop in the street. I asked the clerk there how I could get to the Tate Gallery. The guy told me there was a beautiful walk along the Thames to get there. He gave me directions and the first thing I saw was a beautiful bookshop called Foyles. I fell in love with everything there. I got a beautiful travel journal and an awesome vintage notebook. Then I continued walking and took lots of pictures to people, musicians in the streets, tables full of books or bagels with salmon and cream cheese, the bridges, the sunshine. Walking had never been so amusing before. I ended up the day in the London Eye. The sunset of the river and the skyline made a beautiful arrangement for a postcard. I didn't need to buy a postcard. I had mine. My personal mine. It felt like a little victory, crossing out one thing from my bucket list. After the London Eye, I met Deirlen, a Colombian girl I met in another trip around Europe. I got really glad to meet her: We went for dinner at a fab Chinese restaurant in Soho and then went to see a musical. It was quite funny but I didn't quite understand their humour. Everybody around us was laughing but I could just grin at how people were having fun: the sarcasm the actors used in their speech, the humurous way to refer to people from other parts of the country. There I learnt I need to get more acquainted with cultural referents that help me figure out what the funny thing is. That takes time and I've only spent less than 5 months here. In the meantime, I'm enjoying the tea, the cold sunshine, the shops, the noise of the city. I'm still missing 90% of London.
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