The perfume...my favorite book

The truth, I don’t like read much. I am too distracted. But, there is a book I liked too much “Perfume: The Story of a Murderer” It is the first book by Patrick Süskind, a German writer. This book was published in 1985 and it was a sales success. In fact, was translated to very idioms around the world.

The novel tells about Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, who is protagonist of history set in the century XVIII, in France. Jean has a developed sense of smell and it is her way of relating with people. This feature makes people uneasy, for this reason he rejected from society.  The argument revolves around series of murders realized by Jean. He kills only a women red-heads for get her body perfume, through a complex process.

I read the book for the first time when I was 16 because as usual for me, I liked the absurd, the strange, and the extraordinary. In adolescence, young people are more vulnerable to surprise. Really is a fantastic history full of mystery.

A while ago, the movie came out…but doesn’t is the same, many items are lost.

I would recommend this book to anyone curious, and that like thrillers and strange.

Mi favorite photography!

Well in first place I have to tell you that this beautiful people are my classmates from university and, of course, me. This photo was taken by another classmate on the Quisco beach; I do not remember very well who it was. But, I don’t forget what happened there...
This is my favorite photography because it brings me nice memories of that time. At the year 2008, we were coursing our third year at university, and in that period it corresponds to make a fantastic trip whit all our classmates, it’s like a university tradition. This is a trip at the mid of the career, for this reason is called "belly trip”. We had planned this during three months: in this time we sold many things, made donations from our own and made a lot of activities to raise enough money. Fortunately we spent three wonderful days on the beach. On that moment we decided to visit Daniela’s house, who was my classmate at that year too.

We did many things there: for the night we went to the beach, played guitar and sang fire songs, did a lot of games between us and laughed a lot. Every night that we there are things that cannot be told. But, we had a very good time.

Every time I see this picture I feel much nostalgic. We cannot get together came to the house, it was a party, we drank and danced until dawn. Of course, like before.  We should all go out and party, but either of us do not have much time on this year. I would like go back in time and be stuck in a moment. It was very great!