Mar 26 2010 Who needs a dictionary if you have a soccer ball?

• Game ban nam kidney

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  In this schoolyard where sun falls lead and the goals are marked with stones, as in the fields of our childhood, an army of wolves, Most barefoot, bad shoes the rest, bite at each split ball.

• Game

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  In this schoolyard where sun falls lead and the goals are marked with stones, as in the fields of our childhood, an army of wolves, Most barefoot, bad shoes the rest, bite at each split ball.

• The stew lunch

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  In this schoolyard where sun falls lead and the goals are marked with stones, as in the fields of our childhood, an army of wolves, Most barefoot, bad shoes the rest, bite at each split ball.

We go to the beach, diciéndoos just in my last post. But before leaving the mountains, we made one last stop at the only school in the tiny village of Ban Nam Rim we live two weeks of peace and jungle. First visit to the principal, for permission to go the next day to play with children. We said yes, and here we present the most universal dictionary, a soccer ball.

So what if nobody understands you? So what if you do not understand anyone? You come with your brand new ball, which of course then forget you take, put it in the center courtyard, the kids come up to you, smile, choosing equipment and, ten minutes later, 're sweating tropical heat and sharing, side by side, the sweat and the energy with lots of tadpoles that I have not understood yet where they got the strength to always put a leg on your way.

Do not know who said, help me maestro Domingo, that that soccer is played as it is. If the guy was telling the truth, Thais are fierce as few. Constants, stubborn, able ... And from what I've read of the history of this country, or rather by what they have told me proudly inflated, I begin to understand why, despite the colonialist ambitions threatened him in the past two centuries, never rindió Thailand flag some.

I begin to understand why, despite the colonialist ambitions threatened him in the past two centuries, never rindió Thailand flag some

Here, in the school yard where it falls blazing sun and the goals are marked with stones, as in the fields of our childhood, an army of wolves, Most barefoot, bad shoes the rest, every two feet smaller kids I (ground because they are nests, I know), bite at each split ball and chase the ball like they have threatened manhood that have not yet reached. And, when done with it, still retain, many, the temper enough to lift his head and look the partner best placed. I wonder if anyone would figure he was born in Móstoles, or San Feliu de Llobregat. And then I wonder if anyone would be interested in a fuck be figure if I had to leave the quiet life that awaits you in your town.

And more things that say so much of what a Thai, and much of what we have to look everywhere to find life lessons. Before starting the game we play another game universal, the scarf. As were many, We divided them into teams of girls and boys teams. Well, while the girls ran to seize the handkerchief before the opponent, the boys cheered and applauded the. And when they had them, they did the same. Even during the match, girls sat down to watch and whenever ovacionarles marked a goal or made a good play.

Each child stood in line to the pot, collected their rations and sat down ready to eat, but not before a long and evocative singing Buddhist prayer that ended in applause

Nobody lost interest. Nobody looked away childish mischief or invented understandable. Ninguneaba No advice or orders that teachers distributed. And that, I think, there is no subject of Citizenship Education in this country. Seriously, An example, a lesson.

Arrivals noon siren sounded, football is over, and lifted the lid of a pot that hid huge delicious chicken soup with rice and vegetables. Each child stood in line to the pot, collected their ration-they booked us the first three and the most succulent- and sat down ready to eat, but not before a long and evocative singing Buddhist prayer that ended in applause. After lunch, responsible for the day collected the dirty dishes while others swept and scrubbed the corridors and most prepared to return to class.

I left there wondering what we are doing wrong so that in Spain we have been unable to do so and, that instead every few attacks know young stories, the worst, their parents, the directors of centers, harassment of minors to compañeros more weak, or the sad song that our teachers are the labor sector which contributes about depression and sense of failure.

And with those thoughts I went to the beach ... But I'm afraid it rolled me too, so how would the great Michael Ende, "That's another story and must be told elsewhere". Hugs.