LONDON RUNS OUT OF SUN

One of the most exciting things in London could be the attitude. Today my friend and i were sat in a stone bench next to Soho, a very nice neighborhood here in London. There was a randomer sat alone looking to the sky. He asked us if we minded being on a photo he was going to take, and well… i would have said yes, but actually I replied no. He took it, we kept having lunch and, two seconds after, he told us well… you were not in the photo, we laugh, looked at each other and kept eating. As far as he returned to his original position like a chameleon changes its color, he firmly stood up and started again from the very beginning. As we finished our lunch… tried to went our way to the tube but the individual suddenly said; “well I pretended you both being in my photo but you are leaving”. After experiencing this weird and estrange situation, what should I think about attitude here? What do you make out of all this?

-         Randomers going happily to and fro 

Then, a woman on the bus asked me for my jumper “rebeca in Spanish”; “Where is it from? is it handmade?” she told me. “Maybe, it is from Pedro del Hierro” I told her. She frowned at me and I asked her “do u know that Spanish designer?”, then she replied “no but it is so nice”. I smiled at her and touched her arm with affection. She went. 

Actually, and as I wrote in one of my lasts post here, we pass most of our time on the tube. The tube is a source of inspiration, and my ex iphone was witness of it. Unluckily somedoby stole it and now i have a new witness, a pink one. Life is a countdown, and even if we think we are wasting time, we actually aren’t. Every face, every hair, every smile is beautiful here, I like them all, I love people here. Maybe I’m looking for something else I might not find but who knows, that guy who I saw on the train could be the man of my dreams. He must be out there.

When I got home I told my flatmates “ohhh today I was so excited in class because we’ve seen T. S. Eliot and The Waste Land” and one of them asked me “who? The guy you like?” I started laughing and told her “I wish he was but unfortunately he is not alive”. I wish one of these days I could love someone forever, but wishes cannot be predicted. 

So, -and as my friend was surprised, even scared, when she saw me eating oranges in the middle of Oxford Street,- I’m (probably) getting used to this kind of life. Maybe Beckett would have understood me doing it, as a natural romantic inspirational act, and it is very probable that he would have chosen me rather than Vladimir or Estragon. I think that the figure of a girl eating oranges in such a tourist and crowded place is much more attractive and postmodernist (even more absurd I dare to say) than the image of two men saying stupid things under a tree. 

Maybe no one understands me when reading this, maybe no one reads this, maybe lots of people will do it. The thing is sharing my views and points (always anxiously looking forward to answers never typed) with you all and fit our minds, the most important thing in life. So let's have a cappuccino and fit our minds.

Even if London runs out of sun, I’ll keep loving it. I’ve fallen in love with this pretty huge refuge.  

Marta.

PD: The word "Especially" in the picture is consciously written in a wrong way. The correct way is "specially". The addition of the "e" is something that I included in order to emphasize the meaning of the word. I wanted to make it awkward.