money under the floor

People are not sure about the veracity of next urban myth, so judge yourself.

This is a horror legend very popular in Cordoba. The story talks about an old enchanted house in the center of the city where they used to live a rich family with a little girl and some maids.

One night the little girl heard some noises in the corridor. She wanted to know what it was, so she opened the door of her bedroom and looked into the big corridor. At the end of it she could see someone like a child of her age lifting one of the small stone slabs of the floor and putting something into the floor’s hole. The girl couldn’t believe what she saw: the boy was holding gold coins on his hand!

She kept behind the door until the boy left and then one maid, who saw the same as the girl, appeared in the corridor with a candle. Both decided not to say anything to anybody and every night they went to the small stone slab and, with the help of a candle, the girl got into the small stone slab’s hole and gave the coins to the maid, who put them inside a big sack.

Nights passed and it seemed that this treasure would never end. But, the candle was consumed little by little, in spite of there were more coins to collect.

One night, the candle’s light started to flicker. The maid told to the little girl she had to go out of the hole, because they had enough money. First, the little girl obeyed her, but in last moment one of the coins fell into the hole and, without thinking, the girl got into the hole again. The maid tried to catch her, but she couldn’t and she shouted to her to go out but the child ignored her. Suddenly, the candle’s light put out and just in that moment the small stone slab‘s hole disappeared, keeping the girl under the floor.

The maid decided not to say anything about what happened that night, so the girl’s parents gave her up for disappeared and the incident was forgotten. But nowadays, every night inside of that house, people can hear help screams of a girl: “Please, help me to go out, please!”. Even the police have gone to the house many times because of the neighbor’s calls, but when they arrive to the house the only thing that they find is an old candle, put out in the middle of one of the small stone slab of the floor… .

Changes

I want to talk about the big differences that I noticed between High School and the University, not only in an academic way, but in a personal way. I don’t know if it was my lack of maturity, for being at an awkward age or because in fact it was like this, but I found the High School harder than the University.
When I study in the first one I was always studying for doing my best, for being the first in class and have good marks. I had a lot of homework and exams and it made me feel every time distressed and nervous. I had the moral duty to be the best and I couldn’t disappoint the rest, so I was under unnecessary pressure that I built myself. I got worried for simple things and if something didn’t success as it was planned, it was the end of the world! But since I have change to the University all became different, all is better. In the firsts days I was afraid, like everybody, but while time passed I notice that it wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be, maybe because you mark the rate, therefore you choose if you want to study or not. When I realize that if I leave a subject for next term or next year, it doesn’t matter, so I was the happiest person in the world (in the context how I used to be). And after time and years of experience, I’m able to don’t make a mountain out of a molehill.
The teachers were different too. In the High School they were closer than the University, they were more thoughtful and worried for your progress. In the University maybe they are too, but is not usual norm: you are a number in their lists and they are more worried for their projects than the “new projects” we are going to be. That’s my impression. Obviously, we are adults and we don’t need to be on top of them.
But the best change was the friends I’ve done in the University and the times I’ve spend with them. It’s strange but when you are in the University you have more abilities for doing friends as you used to.
It’s a cliché, but it’s real: it’s the best time in your life! You don’t have important worries yet, like a mortgage or a family to grow up. It’s the time to start to do whatever you want (with some boundaries) and begin to fly by your own, discover new experiences and do things that when you are older can’t.
I’m between the end of that period of time and the beginning of next one and I remember with nostalgia the first feelings of that time. I hope that my news concerns of the new period can be like I had when I start the University: with time they will become to silly worries.

War

What can I say after all the things that have been said before about the war? It was obvious that USA war against Iraq had only one aim: petroleum and have the monopoly of that oil, become richer than before and be the most powerful country. But the most horrific matter was why an obvious fact was overlooked by other countries and let USA do whatever they want. It’s obvious too: be protected by the most economic and military powerful country in this world. It’s as easy as it sounds. But politicians can manipulate this intention and intend to believe us what they want: they can lie, they can afraid people, let them to think that they are in danger... But why we continue let them do it?! If the media are still manipulated, how can we know the truth?

I think that nowadays people don’t mobilize as much as they used to and when we do that, politicians ignore us absolutely. That was the feeling that I had when I was surrounded of crowd of people in Barcelona’s streets asking for an explanation or shouting NO WAR , and it was for nothing. It created me impotence and made me ask what we have to do to be listened. Maybe for that reason people give up fighting and lose hopes. It's sad, but it's like this.

SMILE!

Sorry if I’ve taken long time for describing myself, but I didn’t find the time for writing some notes about me. Moreover it’s difficult to do it without giving clues about who I’m, so I will try.
I’m Libra, so I’m sure that you know how I’m . I don’t like praise myself a lot but I have to say that I’m diplomatic and sociable: I like being surrounded of people and meeting them at any time. I’m a person who thinks that who has a friend, has a treasure, so I want to have a lot of little treasures around the world! It isn’t for have a person who listens your problems, it’s because you can learn a lot of thing of each one.
I’m very sensible, too. So I’m always trying to help anyone at any case. I can’t bear the cruelty and conflicts. If I can avoid a dispute, I will do, not only things that are up it to me, but conflicts between people and it isn’t so easy because you have to be neutral and understand both parts…I have to recognize that I’m good at it.
I have bad things too. Sometimes I’m very pig-headed person , so I don’t see more what I want and it makes me some troubles…but not as serious as a smile can solve. Yes , I’m smiling all the time (all I can) and that’s I want to communicate: happiness!
I’m very unsure, that’s my real defect, maybe because I’m afraid of choosing the wrong decision.
I’m very passionate and I love loving! I like giving away love , for that raison I’m very affectionate . Sometimes people could not interpret that and get confuse about my real feelings: I’m affectionate because I’m like this, not for another intention.. If I had a real lover intention, I’m very shy…It’s strange but it is.
I’m very hardworking and sometimes ambitious…It’s the only way you can achieve what you really want.
And…that’s all! Hope you don’t get bored with my description, but I’m not as creative as I want to be…

where do you go?

Why did I choose this name? I don’t know, but I like how it sounds. After I chose it, I investigate what “Quo Vadis” means. In Latin it means “where do you go” and I thought “how peculiar title ¡” Like me, I thought. And that’s the way I describe myself: peculiar.
Also I like the title ”where do you go?”. Maybe it’s a question you formulate in many time in your life. You do things without knowing why you are doing; you do things because they have to be done and when you realize you ask yourself “where do I go?” ”why I’m doing all these things? where I want to go? what I want to achieve? Is that what I want? Is the way I want to choose? Do I want this way for my life?…And that’s a question that I want to ask all of you. Where do you go in your life? Quo Vadis?

hello? I'm trying.
quo vadis