Friday, February 1, 2008

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r out were almost nonexistent (my teenage dream was to study aeronautics in Madrid) had to decide something at the university.

I've always been a student of science. Zero memory. Subjects were discarded as law, for example (subject to later in the University has been great to me, ironically). Although he had enough note, I never liked medicine. The computer I liked, but spend my life in front of a screen was not the future she wanted for me. So I were practically engineering. I almost do Industrial Engineering ... But ... Something in me said no, it was not what I wanted to spend.
In the Open Days, I ended up going to the chatnance of the containers.
is when my mind escapes and think about the sea. Shortly after I: \u0026lt;I would, of one form or another, participate in this. Es .. amazing. How much will have traveled this merchandise? Who will be born? I would like to be me also one of those people who carry containers Zara clothes, with food Mercadona, or perhaps carry oil to the family car ...>
Is not it amazing? Without ships, the trade block. Then I think about the famous figures ... 80% of goods transported by sea. Is not it wonderful to be so important?
And it is that I have always liked to be important, of course (Who does not?). Ships offer methis possibility. The possibility of having a responsibility and a well-defined tasks. Do ensure that all goods reach all ground ants ... What are you looking forward to trying to give this race?
Well ... not only that. When I receive emails from colleagues who already are engaged, I see how their lives are at a different pace. I get excited with their stories, knowing they are living wonderful experiences. Sometimes harsh, but ... finally, after all, unique. They're learning, working, going to and fro. In the post, a phrase in mind is \u0026lt;Where do you walk?>. And the answer invariably include \u0026lt;If you saw what I was pasado...>. There is always something to tell. Always & nb

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