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Today I woke up with the upcoming Spanish election on my mind. My electoral waking up was a novelty. My knowledge of Spanish politics lately is limited to the daily reading of the headlines of two main Spanish newspapers. I feel I am becoming more and more indifferent on whom I prefer to be the winner. Without any kind of prove to support this, I believe this is a common feeling among my fellow Spaniards. After all, the spectrum of Spanish politicians unanimously promise tax cuts, more family, children allowances, more environment and strong hand against terrorism. Pfff... But when did idealism and hope die? Why all this disaffectedness? My American roommate Molly represents the best of the United States to me: she has been campaigning for Obama during the last months and her commitment to her candidate is undeniably admirable. Our house has Obama stickers from the bedroom doors till the fridge. The American flag presides on the living room and she has a plethora of t-shirts with Obama...

The country is not yet independent; it will depend on foreign aid and European Union (EU) tutelage for years. Independence will come with effective foreign aid management and Kosovo’s integration in international organizations. The world has a new country: Kosovo. The independence of this small Balkan territory with only two million, mostly young and unemployed, inhabitants was auto-proclaimed on the 17th of February. Many applaud the decision and will recognize the new country (the United States and 20 EU members at least) and others see it as a dreadful breach of international law and a negative precedent for countries with independence-claiming minorities (Spain, Georgia, Romania, China, Russia). The legal damage has been done and the decision taken. Full stop. It is too late to go back in time. We could discuss how the international community managed to leave a region the size of Connecticut (1/3 of Belgium) in economic and political limbo during nine years, after NATO decided to b...

Right now patriotic chaos dominates Kosovo. They are celebrating an auto-proclaimed independence...As much as I like the Albanian red flag it feels strange to see the pictures and the fraternity with which Macedonians, Albanians and Kosovars celebrate this day. It makes me think of a victory in the soccer cup of the Balkan world, full of all those things I personally dislike so much: populism, uber-patriotism, hatred against the enemy, arrogance, resentment, rage... An era of dialogue an cooperation might be about starting. Or has started, according to the festivities. I am hopefully right. I fear the flooding of donors' funds in Kosovo too. A little territory inhabited by close to 2 million people and immerse in a favorable geographic environment (the EU), Kosovo should be a successful development story...one from where we all learn lessons.

One professor has asked us to break a established norm of conduct during some days. I have had issues deciding what to do...not paying for my meal in the cafeteria? not calling my parents for a week? sleeping with another man in St. Valentines when my boyfriend is 9000km far away? Stealing the neighbor's newspaper? Opening my roommates mail? One male classmate decided to pee in the girl's bathroom...when he was leaving the bathroom the (female) Director of our MSc Program was waiting in the line. Ha. He experienced then the effects of breaking social norms, which was the purpose of the experiment. Another classmate defied a priest telling him that the Trinity was nonsense during his daughter's first communion instruction. There is something that I have always wanted to do...sleep in the first row while a professor is teaching!! I might try in this class. Zzzzz.

Bush is the second President of the United States of Ameeeerica to visit Aaaafrica. The previous one, Clinton, probably made it to the capital of the countries visited, maybe even had time to check some USAID or MCC projects some kilometers away from the capital. Bush stays at the airport. Today Bush is in Benin. Well, to be precise, in Benin's airport. The whole ceremony of "Bonjour Monsieur! Benin says Hello to Bush" took place in those premises. This is not necessarily bad. I understand Bush is a man with a busy agenda and after all, he does not like that much to be away from home. Air Force One might even be more comfortable than Cotonou's (Benin economic capital) Sheraton Hotel. I found it quite amazing how important a visit from the President of the USA is to some places that seem to be in the map but nobody hears or knows about them. Benin is one of those. Albania was another one...until Bush went there last summer and the hidden jewel of the Adriatic became he...

...want others to marry. Yes, this is a big statement. Married couples enjoy having married friends to do married-couple kind of things. And if you have dated somebody for long, way too long, married couples might think that you should marry. Soon. Marrying, like crying, is contagious. Also yawning has this feature.

I am reading that the state of Massachusetts has the highest per capita health spending in the US. I like to be in places with loads of hospital. It reinforces the sense of bubble and it is perfect for health-conscious individuals like myself. However, when you are surrounded by three major hospital with hundreds of beds you wonder if America's health commercialization does any good to this society or just makes them (us) all pill and doctor consultation addicts. My friend Kirs was hospitalized yesterday. She will be fine in a couple of days, nothing serious. I am not worried about her stay at the hospital...it resembles more to a sanitarium than to a place where people are in pain. In her individual, private lavatory, air-conditioned room there is a welcoming board saying "Welcome. Today is 24th of January". The hospital offers room service, there is a restaurant-like menu over the bedside table offering vanilla ice-cream, caesar salad and filet mignon. Besides Kirstin...

Life is negotiation. We negotiate when to go to the cinema, which movie to watch, we negotiate where to go on holiday with our partner, what to cook for dinner, when to start a job... The year started with a 2-week intensive workshop on negotiation and conflict resolution. I tend to have intellectual crushes with professors, which again I did. Professor Mandell is probably the best professor I've ever had. The level of caring for his students is unmatchable, his excellent organization and interesting, well-picked materials all seasoned with the darkest sense of humor in Cambridgean territory made this seminar a once in a lifetime opportunity. Last semester I had another crush on Linda Bilmes. But Linda deserves a posting by herself. In the workshop I suffered many and very different identity transformations. I represented the Unions and fought for a salary increase, better job incentives and more worker's involvement in productivity decisions. I was an NGO in the Middle East su...

This posting does not make justice to the very intense last 2,3 weeks I've had...but I did not want to miss the opportunity to write the last posting of 2007 and to wish you good health, an intense love life and some money to enjoy materialistic pleasure. Muak!

Today I surprised myself with the thought that my grandma was born in 1906. Or sometime in those first years of the last century. She died 18 months ago. The truth is that when she had time to celebrate her birthday she was too old and she had forgotten the year she had been born. No official documents were available at the local council. I think I realized too late how important it is to find out more about our grandparents. I listened to endless adult conversation while I was a child. I liked to be among adults. However, I only started valuing the importance of knowing how life was during the 1930s, 40s....at the age of 17. Je regrette. My mum turned 57 today. She still has 2 or 3 decades of life ahead. Promise: I will listen to her stories about the 1970s and 80s and record them in my brain. One thing I am sure, my grandma would have never imagined in her long life her picture would be posted online.

"Would you like to be still in command of Russia?"- a student asked. "No", he answered, "my time is over". His biggest regret was not having been able to stop the disintegration of the Soviet Union. At the end of Gorbi's time, on March 17, 1991, 78% of all voters voted for the retention of the Soviet Union in a reformed form in a Union-wide referendum. The Baltics, Armenia, Georgia and Moldova boycotted the referendum. The rest is history...first the Baltics, then Hungary, Poland...and the Soviet Union died. However, the "old times were better" mentality still remains in today's Russia (same with a whole generation of Serbs who think melancholically about Yugoslavia). I kind of smell that melancholy on Mr. Gorbachev. Gorbachov said something paradoxical...thanks to the Soviet Union the European Union is what it is today!!! otherwise the EU would be composed of only 8 to 10 members. Well, thanks Russia for letting Poles, Hungarians et al j...

The dance floor converted into a swimming pool of crazy hormones smelling like hell The pastries were light green, pinky pink, yellow things The drinks small and expensive My friends were there. Hereby some Michele, Matthias and Milica. The four MMMMs!!!

Check these faces: Spain woke up today with the news that ETA had killed one civil guard and critically wounded another one. It is been a while since the last time ETA murdered somebody and I guess because of that I feel these deaths profoundly. The more I travel, the less identified with any nationalistic cause I am. I think what makes me so mad is the fact that some crisis in this world seem permanent to me... AND they should not be so!!!

I have: 5 email accounts (gmail first and foremost, hotmail, yahoo, Harvard, MIT) 1 blog I am of course on facebook 1 flickr account How much of my daily time is wired wasted?

May the Democrats flip flop this nation. Pls. Look at the feet of the ladies. How tasteless.

After a year and a half holding the back-to-school status, this semester I decided to take my first 'soft skills' class. Soft skill= cheap psychology classes. Hard skills=anything quantitative or academically solid. The choice is turning out to be a quite interesting cultural exchange. In my negotiation class at MIT I am learning how to negotiate with Americans, with Asians, with Europeans... The other day, in one of the exercises, I sold a land to a Korean student for $150.000 and I thought I had screwed him, "what a good deal", I told myself. Wroooong. It was just a so, so deal. Despite the poor communication skills of the Korean student, he managed to negotiate a price that was good for him. I thought, 'woao, I beated him'. Wrrrong. With Tao, another Asian students, things went much better...I sold him an old car for 3 times my minimum selling price. Americans are more conciliatory. They generally want to be nice. How overused the word 'nice' is in ...

I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

Life is this. 3.03 a.m. I am back from a farmer’s party. I was a cowgirl. Pictures to follow. I have to thank Santa Helena. I might call my daughter Helena. Let me elaborate. I went to the party with Francesco, one of my three roommates. We were in a hurry and took a cab. After the party, back home I realized that my cell was missing. It is something annoying to loose the cell, you loose those numbers that you care about, you loose the phone itself now you’ve learnt to like it, even if it is too big, too small, too cheap... We put the house upside down looking for the cell, thinking that maybe it was at home, under a cushion. After 30 minutes I had a moment of craziness and decided to go to the street and look for a yellow cab. That’s all I remembered. The taxi was yellow and the taxi driver was from the Middle East. I walked down Brattle and I crossed the local police guys. They told me “hey, cool cowboy boots”. I explained to them what had happened and they called a couple of taxi nu...

I asked my friend Luis. “So, tell me, why do you want to work for McKinsey?” - Because of the set of skills I will acquire - The money. I need to repay my loan - The name in my resume …Luis answered. He is a student from Peru studying at the Kennedy School of Government. Of Government, I repeat. What he did not tell me is that he had worked for the government for 3 years and he was disenchanted by what he saw.

Maybe because I am in the second year of my Masters one of the most popular topics of discussion among my friends is: how much do you think we are going to make when we graduate? Do you want to work for the good guys (the public sector, the NGOs, non-profits) or for the bad ones (McKinsey, investment banks)? Well, the(my) truth is that you can make more money than you need in both sectors. Another truth that some people do not yet see is that there are no bad or good guys, or, more specifically, you do not become a bad person if you work as a management consultant and earn a lot of money. The real question here is how much money do you need to have a confortable, normal life? What is normal? Am I going to be able to write this blog posting? The answer is NO.