Many stories begin with a call, and is not going to be less. I got a call at 12 am to tell me that had been selected to begin work on the Historical Archives of Ciudad Real, I said, "that it finally work and finally I'm going with my people", because those who do not know me, studying in Granada, but I'm Membrilla a town of Ciudad Real.
But as they were passing day and seeing the change that would suffer, the thoughts have changed, Granada for me, not my land, but there I matured, I have grown intellectually, I have formed, lived and studied for 6 years, I got used to live with "granaino" hurt me to part with that land. This does not mean that occasionally fail to visit, but not the same.
Start a new cycle in my life, back to the house of the "daddies" , and work in the Historical Archives of Ciudad Real. The work I do not going to cheat in an archive do not live any experience as "mission impossible", everything is very slow and slow, no hurry, because all that is, the longer lifetime, so "historic", but I like my job, I like my colleagues, I have fun, there are always moments of all, definitely is welcome.
Granada I miss, I miss my friends (both floor and studies), my time in bars, "taps," the might "," the reventaero "," Metropolis "," Madroñera " "a spade," the monologues in the "Mae West" and little else, because I'm from fixed sites, I miss having everything and it all just 5 minutes from home, I miss going out and always see people, I miss many things that people can not offer, but lying if I said that I won other things that Grenada has not and could not offer. NICE MOMENTS THAT LIVED will always be with me, but life changes and cycles go.
Here is my tribute to Granada, which from the beginning that I wanted out of there, but now that I've been dream of returning.
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