Lo menos frecuente en este mundo es vivir. La mayoría de la gente existe, eso es todo.

Oscar Wilde

This is an open promise, for you the reader....

This is nothing more than one big abandoned blog, with very sudden entries. I promise to develop this into an entreaining blog of anecdotes and travel adventures.

From now on I will write about intresting encounter in every trip that I take. Be it at the Thalys to the Netherlands or on a plane to Barcelona. I promise one entry per week at least to keep you updated on all the Parisian secret places and hidden beauty.

-- From Paris with Love--

Last night’s meeting lasted 4.30h. After a long day at work one would think that 4.30h of meeting would kill, but it was good. Im not sure to which extent it was productive, but every Tuesday I put on a coat of the red cross and I get on “working mode” and never have the chance to really meet with the other volunteers and actually talk. Tuesdays are charged, from work directly to the red cross, it starts at 19.30 and it finishes around 00.30 with arrival at home any time between 1 and 2 in the morning. 5 to 6 hours of sleep and back to the metro direction suit dressed world - work.

You have no time to think nor to wonder where all your actions are leading. We all have time but not enough during our “working time” to reflect. This can easily lead to a sudden burn out, when on an exhausted day during the week you wonder why the hell are you even bothering to volunteer and what your motivation is. Its unbelivable but you get into a “relationship” with the homeless and you start taking a part of responsability (which maybe you shouldnt) on their lives and future. It is not only you who is influencing their lives but also them who are influencing yours, and all of a sudden that can lead to a crack. You are giving your time, a time you could spend having a beer with a friend or watching a movie. Then why bother helping someone if two, three weeks in a row they dont smile back at you or simply just repeat the same story over and over. Where is all of this leading?

The life of a “volunteer” (who does the same as me) seems to last from 6 months to a year. Afterall it is all related to your objectives, the highest these are the easier you will be decieved. In the world id love to change many things, but I know i cant walk out of my door and change things. They do say think global and act local, but even like that sometimes one encounters frustrations. When you go to work Wendsay morning and you are running through the streets not to be too late cuz you missed your alarm clock and in addittion the previous night you think you in no way helped change anybody’s life it is then that you start to rethink what all your actions are leading to. However, the next Tuesday comes and with a renewed energy you head to the famous rue where you meet your two team members and start the journey through the streets of the 11eme....a simple smile or thank you from the part of the homeless revives your motivation, you are there for something. You were right when a few months back you called some unknown number to say you wanted to help out.

And the meeting is good to see that you are not the only one that sometimes might wonder why you do this, that falls into a routine, and wonders how all of this will on the long run change the persons. But this experience not only has helped me to create relationships with around 7 to 8 parisian homeless but to also be much more alert and sensitive to the situation of homeless people and the intensity of their problems. I have comed to start talking to certain homeless in the streets who I would have easily avoided or simply dropped a 10cents coin a few months back. And although quite a reserved person I think afterall this experience is helping me to listen and react to situations even more than I previously did.

365 days and 48 hours later... Bienvenue en France

365 days and 48 hours later things have changed A LOT. If 365 days and 48 hours ago you would have asked me where I would be today I would have looked at you with an expression on my face saying “Dont Bother Asking, I have absolutely no idea”. Without having spoken french in 5 years and with only having done 2 years in highschool I decided to move to Paris. I was a bit afraid, i was meant to take exams and study at HEC one of the best, okay modesty apart- the best renowed university in France for Business. How was I going to get out of that with my level of french? But I was relieved, I was heading to what I had heard was a beautiful city plus one which culturally was way closer to “my culture”- the catalan one.

My friend Maria drove from luxemburg to Holland to pick me up and drive me to what we thought was “Paris”, after a 5 hour ride we arrived in Jouy and Josas, place where the HEC campus is found. To simply leave me in my room and drive back to Luxemburg. I think I never thanked you enough for that. On the 8th of september we left the Netherlands at around 5am and underwent quite an odessy to arrive to France. I remember seeing in the middle of the fog the sing “Bienvenue en France”. Neither Maria nor I could believe this was happening, I had openly declared that I was going to move back to Spain after Holland. Yet once again I was overcomed with my desire to keep an international life and experience yet another exprience abroad. And has this one been a great one! Not always easy, starting by the first day in France, but definately a good and enriching one.

I now work in France and in french in the domain that I like- logistics, wouldnt have said that would happen. ( i have had to update my cv in yet another language).

I have learned plenty of french street words and expressions, wow.

Ive been told that my french is good, hahaha that would not have happened 365 days and 48 hours ago when I had to look up half of the words that I would write in the emails.

Yes, I have been told a bunch of times that I have an accent, and I have started to believe that this wount disappear, but no need to. Im happy with the fact that sometimes I start to think in French, WOW!

I have seent he tour de France arrive in Paris

I have been able to enjoy amazing fire works on the 14th of July in Paris.

I have discovered a new city.

I have even managed to live on my own with no flatmates and little friends during 6 months, thing that seemed totally not possible 1 year ago. I thought i could never live completely on my own in a 11sq meter studio.

I have attended HEC. Done and Over.

I have lived the “exchange world”, and met many new friends, many who have once again left....

And although they have all left Paris, 365 days ago ( without the 48h) I met many new friends, catalan friends....ESADE students that came to HEC...it was good, and as he reminded me, 365 days ago we hanged my Catalan Flag in the balcony of room 137 of the B2 builduing of the HEC Campus....thats where it all started, the friendships of the catalan “team”at HEC. At the end even Paris helped me get closer to Barcelona.

Whatever this leads to I now feel “at home” @ Paris. Yet with a sudden sadness when I land at Charles de Gaulle or when the Thalys arrives at Gare du Nord. I might never belong anywhere in the world, but Paris has becomed yet another city where I can at least feel that I am home. This was not the case 365 days and 48h ago.....

To Give or Not to Give

Some of us give and some of us don’t give. Some of us have time and some of us don’t have time. Some of us have money and some of us don’t have money. Some of us are kind and some of us are unkind. Some of us are hopeful some of us are unhopeful. There is no need for anybody to find an excuse for not doing or being what the others do.

I decided to become a volunteer long time ago. I was a volunteer in Argentina in the Mother Theresa’s home already when I was 12 and 13. It was related to school but we would collect clothing for the homes, build games for the kids and go visit the homes. It was a first experience to giving and receiving. It then continued with various small activities in Prague, and then the major cleaning up in Prague after the Prague floods in 2002. You have a house far away from the river, which doesn’t get flooded. You go to the center of the city every week to enjoy of its tranquility and beauty and magic and then one day you arrive from holidays and its all flooded destroyed and business unable to run. How can you just sit at your house on top of the hill and stay there? I also helped out for a few weeks in an office of an NGO in Sydney and now it has gotten all more stable and real in Paris in the Red Cross.

For me it is time that I can and like to give. I like to work with people and help a little bit out, you can never revolutionize the world, but you can always bring a small smile to at least one person. It is frustrating at times to see that some situations don’t improve but its always good to hear that somebody was waiting for your arrival and is happy to see you. I do not judge the people that don’t give time, everybody can donate or not donate. I do think that things would work much better if everybody donated at least 15 minutes a week to help someone who is in problems, but after all people are consumed in their own world and many times unable and/or unwilling to give.

As I say, I respect everybody and their decisions to donate or not donate be it time or money. Nevertheless, I can not stand those hypocrites that do not allow volunteers do their work. Some people cut off your resources so that you won’t be able to help out. This refers to a particular problem that arrived last week. Live and let live, and don’t get in the middle of the actions of someone who is trying to help someone else. Some people are simply extremely disrespectful. The same goes for the governments that do not allow the NGOs to access to their countries to save the lives of those that are at risk, in particular at moments when a second might mean the difference between life and death.

Also, why are people always looking for excuses? If I say I volunteer why do people reply with “oh I don’t have time, oh my life is too busy? Oh I cant deal with homeless people”. Did I ask you why you don’t do it? Did I ask you to donate money or time? I don’t see why people look for excuses when they are not even forced to do something. I don’t do it because I’m forced but because I enjoy it. In fact, after all we all face and will face big problems at some point in our lives, even the most unforecastable of problems. Some of us might end up homeless in the streets, others might end up in the hospital being extremely sick with no medication to cure ourselves- lets be realistic, shit happens. Why not help someone while you can?

Why do people come to me to tell me that they could never travel to “such poor and dirty countries” or that they could never work in humanitarian jobs as “they are not well remunerated”. Did I ever ask anybody to volunteer or to travel to poor countries? I do not do these activities because I feel that I am forced to do it, if I felt forced I could not even enjoy it. I don’t believe I own anything to the community nor that I must do good for the community. It is simply something I like to do and I wish that if I ever really need help somebody will help me out. In the mean time everybody can choose their style of life without needing to give me excuses on why they don’t give time or money.

Live and Give or Live and Let Give. They are both good so stop giving me excuses.