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But what happens?

Well I do not know what happens. It's my third weekend in Madrid and I feel weird. But rarely, rarely. And all because it gives me the same work. I mean, have a good curro is important, of course. Peel and win and not be poor fellow. So far all agree. But I find it a little distressing to have returned and most of the people around me defines me and defined by work (thankfully not all). When I left (and only six months ago) I was studying a degree, make no mistake, a stupid degree that neither requires nor merits for completion makes you the coolest person on earth by the fact that you are at the end of "journalist" -. Now I'm back, and most of people in this environment only habla de trabajo. Son periodistas. Y están jodidos por el sueldo; y trabajan en ambientes competitivos, o en ambientes de buenrollitoquetecagas, o con grandes profesionales de los que aprenden mogóllón; y ganan más que el año pasado; y tienen un buen horario o un horario pésimo; o les dan días libres; o no se los dan... y buscan sin parar; y encuentran; y el mayor cambio de sus vidas es que les han renovado el contrato; y fíjate cómo molo, que yo soy periodista.

Yo no me he licenciado, volví al curro del año pasado -nada especial ni extremadamente periodístico, pero en el que me pagan medio bien y me tratan genial-, toco la guitarra por la tarde y escribo en my house. And staying with friends. And drink beer. And I laugh. And I have plans (personal plans) I hope to meet. You know ... nonsense: dreams, ideas and projects. For that, nonsense. And me not being combed elite cool / workaholica not stop talking about work, work, work and more work. I am a bratty child, but that does not bother me. I like my life. I love my life. Although not a journalist, which, moreover, there will be time.