My future job

This subject is too hard in my life, because in my career (psychology), there are many areas or applications where I can make a job. But that's not the point: besides the career in the university, I study theology in an Institute of Theological Studies. This situation implies, at least, two problems: 1) I must know how to link these areas of knowledge and, apparently, they are like oil and water: psychology was born in the middle of the process of secularization and the peak of the modern science; on the another hand, the theological thought started on the basis of existence of God (with all that it implies in the social and moral think), so the exercise of thinking and making an academic job with each foot in each area it’s SO difficult (and strange too), 2) the place that I will work depends on which area prevails on the another, or how I realize the mixture between psychology (specifically, psychoanalysis) and the theological thought: maybe I´ll do academic work (integrating psychoanalysis with literary studies -specifically, Chilean poetry studies- to think the problem of the historical memory in Chile) or psychotherapy, or join the ministry in the church and be a priest or a biblical teacher (although you may not believe it).

FOOD !

Apparently, I must write about food. Is an interesting subject, because I love food (although not note in my body –I`m very skinny-). I eat everything (less “cochayuyos” and “guatitas”, are very (¡but very!) bad), and I think that no depends of the plate; depend of the cook: I tasted the same plate (por example, spaghettis) and the flavor is so diferent between one hand and another.

Also, this happen between diferents restaurants and peoples; for example, Papa John`s are so diferent of Pizza Hut (I prefer Papa John`s anyway).

But, in this context, I think there`s no better food like homemade food. For two reasons: the first one, all the family can cooperate in the production of the food, and these situations are so good for the family, and the second reason is what my mom cooks so great (I've been eating for 23 years what she does and still I don`t get bored for that). 

The best holidays that I remember were in a course journey, in 8^th grade. I was 13 years old. Well: they were not exactly holidays; it was in October, and was our start to say goodbye to this part of our lives, and move to the next level of our studies. So: I remember that I didn´t have much money and my partners either, and then we decided to go to the refuge of my school, the Instituto Nacional, in “El Tabo”. We stayed for four days in this place, but I felt them like five minutes (as Victor Jara in his song): It was AMAZING. And it was amazing for one reason (I think): many of those that went to that place never came back with us in the class. There was such a joy, and at the same time, melancholy. We felt that we left something of our lives there to win another: that growing up means leaving things behind, and in that time and this place, we knew how much we loved one and other.