New house, new city, new way of life. That’s what I need, today, making arrangements on my life in Switzerland, thinking as always the decisions I have made, if they were the right ones or just another one of many bad decisions I have made.

Since I have been here, I have decided to make a Master degree on Interaction Design, which if I think about it It was worth this decision in many ways. I have met so many people, and seen the power of being a student. But that’s also a big problem. Student at 37 is not so normal, I`ve become a student in the ZHdK for a year now. I have missed job opportunities because of that. Sometimes I regret being a student and making that decision, but decisions are made at the moment and you think at that moment what better suits you. And at the end I’m really happy took that decision.

Now, things have changed and I have three options to do here.

1. - change to MA THEATER

2. - Finish MA INTERACTION DESIGN

3. Get a job.

This Friday I have a meeting with people on the MA scenography.  To see if they accept me or not.

I`m willing to pass that test but at the same time I`m looking for a job now. 

I have then a conflict that I want to keep on doing theater, but I have to be open minded in a sense that changes always bring changes and you have to change with it. There’s no change without the will to change.

And the sill to change visualizes even the extreme changes that are making something totally new.

And that’s what I’m kind of struggling with. I need to shut the last doors in Mexico and finally open the new ones in Switzerland. I still have not opened the new ones. I have not been brave enough to open them because in live you just have a few doors open, you cannot have many opened doors at the same time.

You have to shut doors in order to open new ones. And sometimes you have to walk through those opened doors to close them and then go to the next opened door.

opened doors means new experiences , new light, new perspective and new space, and is wise to bring old experiences to new doors, but not old memories and old habits to new doors, that doesn’t work.

So today is easter

Tuve uns regresion este fin de semana.
Desde hace eternidades el deseo de regresar a escribir  en el blog se volvio en sì mismo mi no deseo.
 De repente tengo miedo de escribir por que a veces pienso que lo que decìa antes tenia mejor consistencia.
hace tiempo que no escribo y hay parte de mi vida que se borrarà. Que no habrà evidencia de lo que hice , por que la memoria no es tan fuerte, y menos ahora con la vulnerabilidad dela mente enfrentando la nube virtual. La nube llega a ti, llega a tu cabeza , te nubla, y sigue su rumbo en la inmensidad del mundo.
Y mientras tanto uno ya no se acuerda ni de su telefono mismo.
Pero lo cierto es que este fin de semana tuve una cita con Friburg y con los Haymoz. Decidì ir a visitarlos y pasar un rato animado con ellos y en uno de mis nichos aun intocables por la gente. Los pocos espacios que quedan  fuertes en mi mente son de èstos rincones.