The two most absurd things that have offered me to put in my suitcase and live for a while in Africa are, by rigorous order of absurdness, A multi -caless razor who has given me a friend and a compass that other friends have given me (Without resentment, real). But, Yes I take in my most radical pragmatism (Everyone who knows me knows how practical I am) All my football t -shirts collection. If I've learned a few trips I've done before in the village is more lost most remote corners of a football shirt can get you out of trouble. Actually, becomes a passport that shows that you speak universal language: Ronaldo, Messi, Drugba, Torres, And it also serves to be embedded geographically (Born in the Premier League, eg).
A friend once told me that in certain sites giving away a shirt can become untouchable. I take three from Real Madrid and one from Spain, that I think I have almostn't put myself in my life and that they were hidden in a closet drawer, Like magic beans to use on my route. Surely on occasion, When my trip through several African countries begins, I will need someone to help me with a puncture, or go for gasoline or tell me what planet alive. That's the time to get your shirt, Put it on and that the guy in question tells you “Nice, ¿Real Madrid?”. You mira, You evaluate whether it is time to spend a bean and if the answer is affirmative you give you the elastic (Of course you explain that for you it is a treasure and that it is original and that Kaka took her on her baptism).
With this Spanish shirt I plan to see Casillas lift the World Cup in South Africa
Of the four beans that I take, two are for fast consumption (I am willing to give it to the guardian of some of the chosen places with whom I plan to stumble in exchange for lengthening the visiting schedule a little), But the others are two jewels. The one of Spain because with her I am going to see Casillas lift the cup in South Africa; The second because they gave it to me signed and dedicated by Raúl (In the back, because in the chest he was wrong and dedicated it to one Antonio). These two t -shirts are quoted at a high price: bed where to sleep for desperate moments, car to get into desperate moments or you have a face that if we do not negotiate to freely take the shirt that "I don't give you" I will live a desperate moment.
That said, I clarify,I am missing three and a half days to go and I have the feeling of having forgotten to forget something. My suitcase is now a lot of messy clothes. My passport already has the seal that will allow me to be in South Africa to the 30 July. I just have more batteries for the two cameras. In my next entry I can tell that the city of the end that I imagined with the one I have found has to do. I will not talk about suitcases and start talking about some footprints ... what I will not say is that the trip has started; It started when I began to dream that I was leaving.
PD. The reader understands the "advice" also as a metaphor. Wearing an empty cantimploor does not work for drinking; You have to be able to fill it.
PD. II. A very good friend, José Rubio, I had not read the blog, I just came home to give me the selection shirt. I had one of Zarra's time… Casualities
