Soon after graduating I was sent to the United States. "You have to remove the hair from the meadow" Uncle sentenced Joaquin this girl has to leave Spain, see the world and work. " My father left his family, as varied, to intervene in our education, he at margin since the death of mother, beaten and no appetite your way. I lived in New York for three years, a discovery and a passion since then. I left the little world in which so many environments in our country, provincial or not, ended up becoming. Mine was no exception. "I'm still paying the loan for the university ..." Americans put their children to work early. It is a way of educating other than English, do not care who you are child or money with your parents. All my fellow Americans the bank made a living in one way or another since he was sixteen. Finished high school, sometimes earlier, they had a job on weekends, summers. Without exception, all had helped to pay for university. Also lived from the age of majority on its own. But that did not stop there whims and fancy, they were so different. We released
80 and I had been educated in containing spending and in the possession, something due more to the context of Spain, even sober, which means your family, all we spent less. I came to the United States and was struck: the average American closet was an overwhelming, full of clothes, three times more than mine. I did not know you could have so much or that cupiese. Were they, my colleagues, not their parents, those who were granted a thousand and one vagaries general atmosphere encouraged by the consumer without stopping, unprecedented then for a English-born 60. There was always something to buy somewhere, the shopping leisure part of a lifetime. Everything was great as well: to overflowing plates of food that he had not ended, two-liter Cokes were taken one after another as if it were water. And all too much, because in general it was cheaper or more earned in Europe at that time, five lipsticks instead of two, gadgets for every task in the kitchen, bathroom, garage, junk everywhere , often to overflowing shelves and drawers, sometimes whole houses a permanent disorder saturation.
"My name is Juan Rodríguez Alcázar, work on the fourth floor, we have seen, right?" A working party was presented. I shy, was observed as usual a step back, by far. Of course I had already posted, it always laughing and surrounded by people. I do not know yet is what I found. I was never pretty and there was just a good girl of the many English families with potential began to send to America, usually quiet and, of course, no one special in that city with girls and women around the interesting and different world, much to like, attractive. ------------------------
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