27 de Septiembre del 2014.
Pachuca de Soto, Hidalgo, Mexico.
Dear Anna-Frida (Kahlo? jajaja.),
"Chiquitita you and I cry, but the sun is still in the sky and shining above you." <<< Let me guess. Was this your mom's favorite ABBA song? My mom used to play this song ALL DAY when I was a kid, but she liked the spanish version, and I honestly hated it. Now that I can understand the lyrics, I don't think its as annoying as it was before. Did you know Anni-Frid from ABBA was half-Norwegian and half-German? There are halfers everywhere.
I knew you were a girl for the same reason you knew I was a guy. You write in a girl-ish way. And your handwriting is...very neat. So I wasn't surprised when you told me you were a female. I think you'll be disappointed to know my name is not Jose Carlos. Its actually Jürgen Damm, and I just go by Jürgen. Probably cause its hard to come up with a nickname for someone named Jürgen. But my mom calls me 'honey' because my eyes are honey colored. Shh, Don't tell anyone, okay? Its a secret. My friends would use that embarrassing detail against me if they found out. Jajaja. Sorry my name isn't Jose Carlos. I do know someone by that name though. Jose Carlos Van Rankin, but he's Mexican and Dutch.
Ufff, I would hope the German people liked me.
My dad is from Germany and even though I've never been there, I still hold the country dear to my heart. I'm not going to lie to you though, I prefer Mexico only because its the only real home I've ever known. Its where I was born and raised. Arriba Mexico! ;)
Because I am half-German, I am sure I could keep up in a conversation with you ;) My dad taught my siblings and I how to speak his native language. He thinks its very important to be aware and proud of both our heritages, not just the Mexican one.
So...I don't need no google translate to take you on.
I'm still upset about my team. Since I last wrote you a letter two weeks ago, we lost two games. TWO GAMES. Do you realize the shame that comes with losing two games straight? One of them was lost on enemy territory in Mexico City and the other in our home of Estadio Hidalgo. Losing at home is the worst feeling in the world. That feeling where you let everyone down is the most painful thing I have ever experienced.
But enough about that.
I told my mom you liked her taco recipe and she said she'll gladly write down some more Mexican dishes for you to try. As you can tell, I am half-Mexican through my mother. Oh, and I asked about the tortillas. She said we get ours from a tortilla shop which specifically sells ONLY tortillas. And I doubt those exist in your part of the world. So she gave a very practical solution; make your own tortillas. She says its easy if you own a tortilla press, which I'm also sure you don't have. She told me to tell you that she will gladly buy one and send it over if you're interested. Its basically two pieces of iron and a crank to flatten out your dough.
Literally every Mexican household has one.
I got the maomas you sent. They're pretty good. I sent a few to my dad who's in Guadalajara and he loved them. He even called me on the phone and asked where I got them from and I told him you sent them to me in exchange for a Mexican food recipe. He said those were his favorite sweets when he was a little boy growing up in Germany. I was glad he got to relive another bit of his life in the country he misses so much.
So in your next letter, tell me a few things about you. Its been five weeks since we first started sending letters to each other and I still know next to nothing about you.
Write back soon!
Sincerely,
Jürgen.
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i forgot my music folder and now i dread showing up to music class.
the teacher is gonna flip. she is super strict about those fucking music folders. and i find it unfair that i'm the only one who gets shit for it because 90% of my classmates dorm there so they can just run to their dorm to get it if they forget.
but not me. no. i fucking need to wait for the school shuttle, take the shuttle back to the second campus, which is an hour away. call my mum to bring me my folder, which she would refuse to do anyway so there would be no point in doing this shit.
and then i'd have to wait for the shuttle that goes back to the first campus, making this a three hour waste of my time.
so i hope i can find one of my classmates so i can borrow their folder and make copies of the stuff we'll be using today.
if not i'm fucked.
anyway, thank you all for reading.
it means a lot.
i love you.
-clary xx
