cuando repican duro...

My country is slowly dying. At this point the whole world knows it, and we, the civilians are watching it die. I want to speak for my entire generation and say, that it has been a disgusting pleasure to watch our country burn in flames of hatred and division, along with our precious future here, as we turned into young adults.  This past 17 years have been a real life lesson for us and our families, and an every-day challenge to survive, that’s for sure. If anyone asks me what effects has this experience had on myself, I would tell them that undoubtedly living all this has moulded me, it has become a part of who I am - whether I like it or not -, it has defined my way of understanding the world, and of course, it has made me develop a series of tactical moves to help me solve the problems that may appear in life. -Tough life, tough skin. It was not enough for God to put me in a country where I didn’t really fit in, oh no, it had to be also a hostile environment, a place where,

Have you ever asked yourself if what you have is a profession, or is it more like an OBSESSION? I’m not talking about being a workaholic, no, I’m talking about making your profession a lifestyle, about adopting a point of view and a way of thinking that will accompany you throughout your entire life. I’m talking about having a pure, hateful, loving, and awfully addictive obsession with your profession. Well I think I do. I even suspect that a profession like architecture inevitably turns you into an obsessive person –that is, if you weren’t already a maniacal freak before you started studying it. And again, I think that my mind may have been a little messed up already before entering the university, he. But what I am certain of is that this past years that I have spent studying architecture have turned me into a more obsessive, maniacal individual than I was before. My eyes have been successfully trained to see certain things, and I’ve developed this sort of sixth sense that makes m