Got up early and went to Spanish class. I hadn’t done any homework at all, but I had met the hostel girls, and the teacher was very curious to hear it all in my broken
Got up early and went to Spanish class. I hadn’t done any homework at all, but I had met the hostel girls, and the teacher was very curious to hear it all in my broken Spanish.
Here I’m trying to explain why it’s better to get a good thing in two weeks, rather than in one week. Simply since “looking forward to” is rated higher than “remembering” for most people, most of the time.
And here they have drawn a Hitler moustache on Evo Morales. He’s not too popular among the people that I meet here. Most likely since I speak English, and speaking English in Bolivia means that you are a bit upper class, having to pay more for Morales’ reforms. If I could speak Spanish or native languages to the Indians, it might sound differently.
I spent the afternoon eating a lovely soy burger at El Germen, picked up my clothes from the laundry, slept a bit etc.
This is the second time in my life I see a man sleeping by a cash machine. The first was a drunk in Turku, Finland.
After yet another dinner at El Germen – the best place ever – I went to the Dutch pub. Here’s Dominique, an Australian of Thai and Italian descent, and here is the Dutch owner. I asked him why Morales was so disliked and why Bolivia is rated as not a democracy. As for politics, he claimed that Morales’ taxes were so large that no business could survive without doing some things illegal. It’s a little bit like Sweden, where all the taxes make some businesses simply work partly in the dark. Restaurants is one fine example. As for democracy, he claimed that Morales put his friends everywhere and simply was cheating with the last voting. The Organization of American States has also come to that conclusion, and several of Morales’ high-ranked friends asked him to leave the country, which he just did. The new president is from the opposition, Jeanine Áñez, and a new election will be held.
The Dutch owner had a son, 6 years old, and as for most one-country parents, especially dads, his son didn’t speak Dutch. But learning a language as a kid is so easy, so I tried to talk him into that, with experiences from my own family. And Dominique claimed that he’d be the happiest person ever if he spoke both Italian and Thai, which he now doesn’t do. Life is long and unpredictable. Languages are the key. If you have a kid in another country than you were born, you have to speak your native language to it! Always. He/she might hate it. But thank you later.
Then Dominique and I hit the town! We took a taxi to Mitos, a nightclub with only Bolivians. We danced like hell on the dance floor. When we needed a break to go out on the street and get some air, I tried to tell a girl we danced with that we’d be coming back, and hung my sweater on a chair to show it. She said “let me take it, and I’ll sit by my friends”. But when we came back, there was no sweater, and she claimed the staff had taken it, but the staff knew nothing. My favourite sweater 🙁 But now I can at least get a new one 🙂