Barak Hussein Obamak protagonismo guztia kenduko didan honetan (zorionez), banator berriro nire blog ahaztuxe honetara, neure egunerokoaz jakitunago egon zaitezen. Bristoletik abenduaren 20an itzuli nintzen, baita pozik etorri ere han bizitako guztiagatik. Familiarekin -the Irelands-, bertatik joandako beste 10 irakasleekin, gure irekasleekin eta, orokorrean, Ingalaterrak eman zigun tratu onarekin kostatuko zait ahazten. Eta lanean ibili ginen, e! Baina beste era batean, jakina. Azkenean, esperientzia bizia, aberasgarria benetan.
Bueltan, Olentzero aurreratuta etorri zitzaidan, kotxea zakuan ekarrita. Soniak eta Franek beren automobil zaharra kendu nahi zuten, berria erosi baitute, eta hoberik ez zitzaien bururatu, osaba Koldori opari ematea baino... Hona nirearen senide bikia, kolore eta guzti:
Blogean ez dut esan oraindik. Sestaon bizi naiz, alokairuzko pisu batean, lanetik 3 minutu eskasera... Berandu iristeko tentazio ederra!!!
Bakarrik bizi naiz oraindik. Eta esango nuke, esan, behar dudala egoera hau tartetxo batean. Segitzen dut Caritasen Urbinaga Zentroan (orain 'Labariega') informatikako eskolak ematen, eta hala-holako jarraipena egiten fede-taldeari (32-33 urteko 7 gazte). Kristau Sareko partaide banaizen arren, lehen lerroan egoteari utzi nahi izan diot eta Eliza Garan sartu. Eta prozesu horretan nabil. Ahal dudan domeka guztietan mezatara joaten naiz Patronatoko parrokiara, azken 12 urteotan egin dudan bezala.
Lanean euskarako eskolak ematen ditut. Gauza askotan eguneratu beharra daukat, baina gustura nago aspalditik jareinda nuen zeregirari berriz ekinda. Pozik nago ikasleekin (DBHko 3. mailakoak eta Batxilergoko 1. eta 2. mailakoak), ikasgaiarekin eta lankideekin. Baita institutuarekin ere. Baina datorren ikasturtean aldatu beharko dudala badakit eta oraindik ez dakit nora bidaliko nauten.... Baina ez naiz kexu, ezta hurrik eman ere. Zorteduna izatea egokitu zait eta eskerrak emateko arrazoiak baino ez ditut ikusten. Eskerrak zuri ere honaino heldu bazara. Beti bezala, zure iruzkinak ongi etorriak izango dira (nor zaren jarrita, mesedez).
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I publish this post the happy day that Barak H. Obama became the first black President of the USA. He is going to take all the attention! But, who cares...
I went to Bristol and came back. Very good experience there: with my homestay family (the Irelands), the other colleagues I went with, our teachers, the English people we met... I had never before been so involved in an English environment. You must take into account that every time I'd been to England I were with some Spanish speaking one. Not this time. All the Basque teachers who were part of the party used to speak in English between ourselves, so we could take advantage of the whole of our stay there.
The dinning room above is the original one they used to build the stage of Harry Potter. It's Oxford, Christ Church College. Interesting, isn't it?
As I came back, on Dec. 20, Olentzero, the Basque Santa, had already come and brought me a car. The same model as the one pictured above. Sonia and Fran are some of the goods friends I have and don't deserve. I reckon this car has come in very handy...
I still live in Sestao, in a rented house, at 3' walk to work (that's why I arrive late so often!), on my own for the moment. It suits me well now, but some day this will change, hopefully. I keep most of my former commitments, except for a few of those which had more to do with the Viatorian Community or my being a brother. This includes a faith group, some lessons for poor people in a Church Charity or being a member of "We are the Church". I still attend Sunday mass at my parish for the last 12 years and keep in touch with the Religious in Poor Neighborhoods organisation.
I've come back to my Basque lessons, which had given up for 14 years. I have to improve my skills, but I still keep the knack of it, I think. I'm happy with my students (15-18 y.o.), my colleagues and the school, but, unfortunatelly, I'll have to switch places next school year, even though I don't know yet which one my destination will be. But I have no complaint at all. I'm a lucky man, indeed. Or so I live it...
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