When i woke up it was hard to realize where i was. I look out the window and the naked trees reminded me that it wasn't summer anymore, it wasn't south america anymore, it wasn't home out there. I got up and shake my head, there was a lot of stuff to do. First thing, get an american phone number, then, whatever. I had to try the pizza too, and go to chinatown and try to know the place, get ambience, learn where i am going to move around for the next i-don't-know-how much time.
All the other things, like getting a bank account or find a job could wait till monday. What couldn't wait was trying to find a room in an apartment. The hardest and most fearfull thing to try to do in New York.
So i sat in my computer, after the pizza and the phone number and whatnot to type, respond, copy and paste all after noon until my finders felt like little angels hair after three minutes inside a pot filled with hot water.
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Just had an epiphany. The way this journal or blog will go on won't be on a day to day basis but it will be published on mood or reflections of what is happening. Sorry for the change but it seems better. Not that anyone is reading. But whatever
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The New York journal
HumorA latino man moves from his home town in Chile to New York to try to make it into writing. He comes as an ilegal immigrant and knows very few people in this frightful city, when even the first time he jumps in the subway everybody seem to be crazy...
