A corraleja is a typical celebration from the Colombian coast regions where people gather in a place similar to a bullfight ring and fight several bulls. The difference with a bullfight is that there is no matador in corralejas, but anyone can jump in and fight the bull. And the bull is never killed. It is very dangerous and lots of people get injured. But you can stay off the ring and just watch the whole thing while you listen to a live band and drink alcohol.
Yesterday I went to a Corraleja with my friends from college and it was very fun to watch but also disturbing to see all these drunk guys fighting the bull and doing it for money or alcohol. They would ask the crowd for money after doing different dangerous tricks like jumping on top of the bull, and they will also show you their wounds and ask you for money to pay the hospital.
After the corraleja was over we went outside the ring and listened to a vallenato concert by Silvio Brito and stayed there until 11pm dancing and drinking more aguardiente. Finally a friend took me home and my sister was having a good bye party since she will be moving to Virginia next week to pursue a PhD.
Last 3rd of November was my 6th anniversary living in Austin. I moved here when I was 23 and although 6 years aren’t much time for many people, so many things had happen to me, good things I must say, that it seems a long time.
I came here with one bag full of clothes and my CD collection. Now I have a house full of furniture, electronics, kitchen-ware and lots of other things I probably don’t need. Its funny how you get used to and addicted to all these things. How could people survive before the Roomba was invented?
As a big coincidence, two years ago it was posted in this blog an article about my 4th anniversary in Austin. There was a long list of people I have met over here. I’m sure that list is much longer now.
The question now is: what is next? What are the next 6 years going to bring? Where am I going to be by year 2013?
I don’t have answers yet. Do I need an answer? Should I just keep enjoying my day-by-day the same way I have done it for the past 6 years? It seems to have worked out just fine.
No se, todo comenzÃ³ como una idea, un hito sin flujo. Los retrazados lo pedÃan a gritos, sin embargo nadie podÃa contener la inercia de tanta vanidad. En aquel dia las campaÃ±as y aquellos seres inanimados que insinuan sonidos y gritos desmedidos, pensaron que todo seria de una vez por todas diferente. Pero se equivocaban. La maldita metafora seguÃa inmutable y nada parecÃa cambiar. Todo seguÃa inerte, tanto como el primer dia… el dÃa en que todo comenzÃ³ a carecer de sentido.
SegÃºn el invierno, aquel no podÃa ser otra cosa que lo que nunca quiso ser. Es decir, todo lo que se habÃa tejido al rededor suyo, no era mÃ¡s que una mÃ¡scara de su propia emancipaciÃ³n. No era para menos. Estaba loco y no podÃa ver mÃ¡s allÃ¡ de sus narices.
De allÃ que nunca se volvieron a escuchar sus quejidos y lamentos. De allÃ que prefiere sentarse en esa banca del parque a contemplar atardeceres y basura caminante, en vez de estar en medio de su propio suburbio intelectual. Y no es para menos… y no es para menos.
Abril 16 de un aÃ±o cualquiera, a las 6 menos cuarto de la tarde…