Category: diario
BSB 19/01/1986 Sunday
Read more: BSB 19/01/1986 SundayBSB 19/01/1986 Sunday I have written for 500 days in this diary today. I’m so used to it now that if anything interesting happens I think about writing it here. It’s a habit now, like showering or brushing my teeth. For the third night in a row I dreamt with the people from the beach.…
BSB 18/01/1986 Saturday
Read more: BSB 18/01/1986 SaturdayBSB 18/01/1986 Saturday In the morning Vivi, Cristina and I went to a club in the North Wing: ASCB. We got a lift there. A massive club, with 9 swimming pools! But only two were open, what’s the point!? Sometimes some pools work, other times others work. The biggest one, 30m, was closed. We needed…
BSB 17/1/1986 Friday
Read more: BSB 17/1/1986 FridayBSB 17/1/1986 Friday My mum became close friends with a man called Jorge. He’s Argentinian and I think he’s here illegally. He was tortured in Argentina, he was in some concentration camp for three years and had plastic surgery when he left so he wouldn’t be recognised. At first my mum (she’s so paranoid) thought…
BSB 16/1/1986 Thursday
Read more: BSB 16/1/1986 ThursdayBSB 16/1/1986 Thursday Lara called me at lunch and invited me over to hers, my mum gave me a lift there, it was raining. Lara and Celia had done the test at Leonardo Da Vinci. Orlando is going to Sigma on his own and there are no places left in Setor Oeste. Lara’s family is…
BSB 15/1/1986 Wednesday
Read more: BSB 15/1/1986 WednesdayBSB 15/1/1986 Wednesday Another tedious day. I hope the holidays go quickly. At least during school I barely have time to write here. Now I have so much time I have no energy to write. I went to the stationary shop with Vivi but I left my key there. Except stupid me couldn’t go back…