La gringa

   Hi! Today i will write about my roomie. She is a 22 girl, but is “a little different” I think, because she came from Germany to Chile two weeks ago. Her name is Nora and she comes from Hamburg to finish her studies in social sciences. I think she is a interesting person because she has other rhythm of life totally different to the common chilean guy (me). She sleeps at 10 P.M. and wake up at 7 even when she has nothing to do. She try keeping herself busy the whole day. She reads, cooks, makes pilates and riding in her bicycle while I am sleeping. At the end of the day, she talk me (in English) about her plans of knowing the entire south American continent as she knew the entire Asian and European region. In those two weeks, she has travelled to Valparaíso and Pucón! Can you believe it?

   “La gringa” (how we all called her, included herself) is a really curious person and ask me about Chile and its culture. I talked with  her about mapuches and Chilean literature. One day I explain what means “carrete” or “huevón” (in all its conjugations). She tought me how to say “cheers” in german. It is “Prost!”. I have to say the best part is here, because she loves the beer!!

A subject: Complementary art

I wanna talk you about a subject that I enjoyed at school. When I was in seventh grade maybe, I had to choose for first time a complementary subject. In general, my classmates chose the typical sport class. But I always have hated this kind of subjects. I began to go to complementary art, even when this was not allowed in my level. I don’t remember how I could enter in this class. Probably I begged to the teacher. However,   I runned away from sports, successfully.

The teacher was an old lady that I am not sure how much artist she was. She opened the classroom door and left us alone. On the other side, I didn’t know anyone of my classmates. They were older than me and they made disturbs when the lady went out. I was the only one interested in the class. For five hours at week, I was alone with my pen, my notebook and my imagination.

I learned a lot of things, but by my own. I drew dinosaurs, landscapes and robots. One day the teacher gave me a notebook full of desert landscapes. I remember thinking “this is in a professional level”. It was the first time that I saw a work like that, in real paper. She said “copy it” and that was what I did.  It was really fun.

I had normal arts classes too, but I didn´t like making things with the teacher’s supervision or while anyone looking around. I think it is a personal thing. That kind of thinking has produced many troubles in workshop, where I had to create and share my work to all my classmates and teachers while I dying of shame L. In the other hand,  I think that subject helped me to develop the passion for the arts that finally bring me here.

An old friend of mine

I am going to talk you about my best friend since I was in high school (ten years ago). I met him probably the second month of class. I was a solitary kid until know him, but we had so many things in common that was easy to be the best friends. I thing the first time we spoke was in a break. He was spoken about anime but nobody was interesting except me, a little otaku kid. Since then we share a lot of time together making otaku’s things: we drew in class and compared our works, we form a freaky club with people from high school even we recorded a podcast with freaky comments! X.x

Jonathan went to Santiago to live with his mother and we were separate a couple of years. He was in an artistic career (art professor,  camera man lately) and I was in a healthy one. Our ways diverged, but when I enter to architecture we were closed again.

I thing we make a great duo because we have the same twisty sense of humor and taste for the culture (movies, music, tv shows) and we are different kind of person at same time. He is very sociable and i´m not, for example. That is my theory of a deep friendship.

Childhood and "chileaness"?

A lot of time ago, when i was an inoccent kid (that doesn''t have any idea about the patriotism like a instrument of social control) i really enjoyed the existance of a "period of time, when people is possesed by an abstract idea about being part of something bigger" because this meant to me the opportunity of eating the best empanadas (from my mom), travel to the countryside and enjoy the nature, flying kites (a real zen teraphy) or just be quiet and see how the city changes of color, like a giant artistic intervention. Ignoring the fact that patritism is an illusion and we all are evolving in that joke (xD) i really liked to be a chilean guy.

    I remember when i had four years maybe, i went to the ramadas with my grandma and my older brother. We both were little kids and she lost us in middle of a lot of people. My brother (seven years) was in charge and he feeded us even without money. He talked with the sellers like a big guy, because he could not admit that he was a little kid and we were losted. The people suspect this and gave us free food. My brother knew how talk. At the end of the day (after five hours maybe?) we talking with an animator and he spoke by megaphone. My grandma was really shooked the whole five hours. Good times really.

     This is the good part of being chilean. To have a lot of sweet memories before the inevitable hate against the system lol

Who is Enzomirko??

Enzomirko was born in Vilcún, Araucanía, Chile. That guy studied an X career in Temuco a couple of years, but finally, he migrates to Santiago to discover his real passion: The architecture. Or maybe not. Anyway, that guy learned some interesting things related, like arts and drugs. In his free time, he studied the culture around him. Photography and literature, the masters of painting. That ultimate thing probably defines him: a frustated painter. Anyway, you can see part of his legacy in Instagram or this blog. Read between lines and you will probably understand the meaning of the life! Enjoy!