Images and Script

When I start thinking about my future I always see myself working in something related with my career (I’m currently at film studies). Well, that’s kind of obvious thing to say, but not a minor deal: nowadays it’s quite hard to get a stable job in the film industry. I love series, so I’d love to work in TV, making one. It’s a fact that the series industry is growing up, faster than ever. Chile has not been an exception, and I’d like to be part of that process.

I do not see myself in an office, but I’m not closed to that idea, considering the difficulties of this employment’s arena. Instead I would prefer to travel a lot: there is a lot of potential images around the world, sometimes in the most unimaginable places.

In spite of that image search I’m talking about, my favorite thing in cinema is the writing. After finishing my career I want to take a major in script, I do not know where yet, but it would be wonderful to do it in another country: Germany could be a good place for it.

I really want to get a job related with my specialities, I love creating stories and I’d like to try making a series, it’s a format that admits a vast field of themes and formal posibilities.

"Laik-a" Family Member

She was sleeping, that explains her worried face.

Yes, I have a pet, a female dog. She’s Laika, it may not be the most original name, but she is so attached to it that no one could say she doesn’t own it. We found her about five years ago in the street. Before we adopted her, same day in the morning, I remember I saw her under the sun. She was wearing a dog-sweater: she looks so cute. That same day at night I saw her again and I let her went into my house. We posted flyers with her information all along the block, but nobody claimed her. My theory, judging from the fact she was using a sweater, is that her former family abandoned her.

When she just arrived she got a little bit aggressive with some people, with veterinarians for example, and we were nervous about her growing up process, about her learning capacities. Fortunately she became the most adorable dog I’ve ever seen. She is quite affectionate and intelligent at the same time. She is about to turn six years old but looks like a young lady.

It is interesting how dogs can form part of a family, it is a fast process, and before you get notice your feelings tells you how much important has became. My relationship with her is not an exception. 

Thank you, Miss María

My mother teaches in an university; she is a physical educator, but before she studied that career, she was at a Translation school. She studied there for a couple of years but because of some economic reasons she decided to quit it. My mom however does not remember a lot of english words, so the relationship between English and my family it is both confusing and peculiar.

I remember I liked my primary english classes mostly because of my love for miss Maria. Oh that sweet lady! She was so kind and the atmosphere was always more breathable when she was in the classroom. I started to think in English as one of my favorite subject: I was excited about a new way to say things!

Now I have a more stable idea about English, I have a real opinion about its use. In this modern and globalized world people need to learn english in order to be considered as competent  within a wide range of professional contexts. But the main reason I feel attracted by it is because of the cinematographic pop-culture that I had been consuming my whole life, maybe is a nostalgic reason, or maybe it is just the system showing itself from my insides.

Rock itself

I’ve always thought there are some bands you must see before leaving this world and I’m quite sure I’m not making a mistake when I say The Rolling Stones are one of them. Last year I heard an excellent news on the radio: The Stones were coming to Chile. So, as a human being, aware about my unavoidable death, I instantly decided to buy the tickets before it was too late.

February 3rd was the big day and The National Stadium was the place, so there I was at 5 pm just when the sun was shining, the public were anxious and the waiting line was so crowded that instead calling it a “line” I should try just “people”.

After “the waiting people” had actually “lined” up we all entered the Stadium. Inside the gates the generalized feeling was strong: there were all kind of rock references stamped in T-shirts, crazy people singing (even before the music had began) and a big group of argentinians. Then, when the music started and the tension was finally broken we could really enjoy rock itself, in its most pure state.

Everything was perfect, except for one small fight I got involved in the middle of; I mean literally in the middle of, between the two fighters and by small fight I mean an argue finished in a one-punch attack. But I don’t know: maybe it was the rock itself.

NORWAY!

I would love to visit Norway. I don’t really know why exactly, but the white landscapes and the weird accent might give me some clues. It’s just a feeling, it’s not an easy thing to explain, although i’ll try to.

I don’t know much about Norway, I don’t know much about its culture. But one thing I know, because of a story a real close friend told me, is that people there are very well-behaved and kind.

If I were in Norway i would definitely visit the Munch Museum in Oslo. I’d also like to visit Lillehammer, a norwegian small town. I know that place because of a TV series named Lilyhammer that was filmed there.

Even though I know I would enjoy visiting Norway, I’m not sure if stays there for a long time should be the best thing for me to do. I’m not used to cold climates so I could get a chronic flu.