Aha, this blog was stubborn in not letting me post through Opera. And I just thought it was bad luck and bad karma with technology.
I am going back home and it will be a huge change in pace and atmosphere for me. New York is sinking back hopelessly right now; when things started to get better, when the sun shows itself like a kind of mercy between the scrapers, when people are prettier then before, I have to leave.
If it wasn't for the streak of bad luck with finding a company to sponsor me for a visa, prbably I would have stayed longer. And then a bit longer. And more. I would have ended up like I promised myself I wouldn't. Wrapped in fabrics, accessories, blind to hardship, a bit too arrogant for motherland, numbed on the inside by the taste of GE tomatoes.
I'm beginning to question my decision to leave, although it's the only leal alternative. It will be a ride. I was getting bored here anyway. Said the fox about the grapes....
I am working on a project right now. I am transcribing a film to script.Whoever said it's easy to be a production assistant. I disklike the word assistant. It's so servile. Why, after doing what professors said all these years, we have to jump into the job market to the bottomless pit under someone's shoes? When I will be far away from the country, I will write about my previous job.
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