Holy Thursday

Thursday. I got up at 9 a.m. because I always have Teorías del Estado from 9-12 and being 30 minutes late is mandatory. I was so sore because we had a soccer game on Wednesday and we won 3-2! This was an important game, if we hadn't won we would have been eliminated. So I dragged myself to university despite the sore muscles and, as usual, I was shouted in my ears for 2 hours. My lecturer doesn't talk, he shouts. Whenever something is important. So all 3 sentences. He's a little weird, but also kind of funny. He lived in Leipzig for 8 years, which is why he likes me because he can always show off to the others that he speaks German, even though I would also understand him perfectly in Spanish. He also always lets us leave at least half an hour early, so I always only have 2 hours instead of 3. But I think 3 hours is really long. Luckily he still gives us a 20 minute break in between. We're already at 1.5 hours. I think he doesn't like working that much. Anyway, I wanted to go home, but there was an Internationals event about Mexico on campus. There's a group of students at the university who organize events like this for all the internationals, which is super nice. In any case, there were Mexican games there and as a Mexican at heart, I of course lost everything. But Mexico is definitely the closest country I haven't visited yet. Simply because I chill with Mexicans way too much, but they're really cool. I was there for half an hour, chatted with a few internationals and then quickly ran home because it was raining. I was only home for about 20 minutes because I had a meeting with my two Mexican women. I had eaten Happy Brownies (that's what they're called here) for the first time at a party a few weeks before and they're sold 5 minutes away from the university, so we wanted to try them together. It's a place called the Moto Smoke Shop or something like that and they openly sell weed and brownies. That surprised me a bit because it's actually illegal here. Anyway, I actually wanted to go to Kaputt the next day, a techno club here and eat the brownie in front of it, but one of my friends said hey, just eat it now. So we went to my place, drank a sixer of beer (somehow people drink a lot here) and then we started slowly with a quarter of a brownie. After absolutely nothing happened, we all ate another piece. And I also said: we really have to wait and see because so many people are pooping because they don't wait long enough and then eat way too much. You really have to wait until it's digested. We then went out again and bought snacks and more beer and when we got home we still didn't feel anything. And at least 1.5 hours had passed. So I ate the second half of the brownie too. And I swear to you, the second I had the last bite in my mouth, I was suddenly HITTED. That was probably the effect of the first half. And I had just snorted twice as much. I was actually a bit scared. But nothing happened except that I was a bit knocked out. An important realization I had here: my language skills get better with alcohol, and worse with weed. On Thursday I think I lay in bed for 5 hours listening to music and having very deep thoughts. It was pretty cute, but half is enough. I then wrote until 2 a.m. and had to sort out my life before I could go to sleep.

Friday. After a long night, I woke up at 11:30 on Friday feeling like a new person. At 12:30 I arrived 30 minutes late to the weekly meeting of my Marxist group (Colombia Marxista), but in my defense, everything always starts late here anyway. We were finished at 2 p.m. I walked north from there because I wanted to finally sign up for my internet contract, but that's really complicated and I'd rather go there once a month and extend my prepaid internet. You don't have to make your life unnecessarily complicated. On the way back I went shopping briefly. Superglue to stick my key holder back on my door and a sixer of beer because I was out of supplies and Saturday to Monday is ley seca. This means that no alcohol is allowed to be sold because there are/were elections on Sunday (today). I was home at 3:30 p.m., again only about 20 minutes, because that's when I joined a queer group at the university (like a university group) that does some activity every Friday at 4. I usually go there with my Mexican girlfriend, who is also queer. That day was a Halloween costume contest and also the group's 16th birthday. That was really great as always and afterwards Amy and I went to a concert at the university and invited two other friends. At my university there is a singing competition every year and the 10 best then go on an album and there is this concert where everyone sings their song. I had goosebumps partly because they all had such awesome voices. This is the link to this year's album: https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/album/034jiv2D9spqlEMRRmfGMq?si=hdXqNWSkSQKNR2M85joZTQ. After the concert we walked to my place and drank the beer I had bought (see, you always need a supply) and then we walked to the Palestinian embassy because there was some kind of solidarity party on the street . On the way we bought two more sixers, even though I didn't really want to drink anymore. We then played piccolo on the street and it was a really randy, awesome evening with too much beer and good friends. Then we were with Amy and Andrés, who live in the same residence, from 12 to 1. At 1 Carlos and I set off. We somehow ended up at his house, albeit with a short 40 minute layover. When we wanted to take the elevator to his place on the 9th floor, it simply locked us in for 40 minutes. I felt like those movies where someone breaks the elevator to hook up the two people in the elevator. We still had a single beer because it fell on the floor during our nightly sprint. So we turned on Nathy Peluso on her cell phone and thought up games with an empty beer can. At some point, the technician called by the receptionist graciously freed us from our captivity. At the top we listened to music and continued our game and then we ate an arepa and played a card game with such deep and funny questions. I was home at 5:30 and when I walk home from evenings like this, I really have no choice but to smile. This isn't all real.