Про смог в Сантьяго я уже рассказывал.
От тут держится на постоянной основе, практически 12 месяцев в году, так как горы, окружающие город, мешают циркуляции воздуха. Власти как то пытаются это решать, периодически вводят режим чрезвычайного положения, то ограничивая движение транспорта, то временно закрывая какие либо предприятия, помогает это мало. Поэтому существует амбициозный план по переносу всех производств далеко за пределы столицы, но это, понятно, не за 1 год делается.
MY DEAR FINNISH ROOMMATE
I've been quite a tramp in the Netherlands – studied a lot and was very shy to ask parents for money, so I’ve been renting rooms instead of apartments. For a long time I haven’t been lucky with the roommates, even though there’s definitely a lot to remember now, but when I lived in the Hague I finally caught the perfect roomie.
His name was Jussi, he was a finn. We were both very quiet – never threw parties and usually just played computer games and read books. We also went to the gym together to do lifting. I amazed Jussi with my ability to clean anything – I cleaned the balcony which was previously a biohazard non-entry zone, and we’d sometimes spend evenings there drinking beer.
The only bad thing about Jussi was coconut oil. The thing was that my dear finnish roommate was crazy about being fit. I didn’t mind that too, we’ve been going to the same gym after all, but he’s been ordering all kinds of healthfood off internet. Chia seeds, some obscure beans, nuts and the goddamn coconut oil. Jussi was dead convinced that substituting all fats for coconut oil will make him the second Arnie.
It’s important to note here that we very rarely cooked Indian curry or Thai soup. We’d usually eat regular food, you know. Bratwurst and potatoes. Bolognese pasta. The classics of fitness – chicken breasts with vegetables. Coconut oil doesn’t exactly go well with bratwurst, don’t you think?
Every morning I’d get up half an hour later than Jussi – because of the smell. The unique smell of his standard breakfast was flowing through our home – these were eggs with finely chopped ball peppers, chicken and coconut oil.
After Jussi I wasn’t able to look at coconuts for more than a year, even though I really liked the taste before.
What a day surrounded by so much hard work, dedication, most importantly, amazing talent! Eight hours and a half of pure, raw emotion and excitement. Probably the only event that can motivate me enough to wake up early, after a hangover on an empty stomach to attend and be present for every damn second! Bravo everyone 👏🏻💃🏻🎉 Just why isn’t everyone on the streets dancing and moving in “Standard” and “Latino”? #tripping 🌀__🌀