Felipe is walking around

I remember that my mother always took me and my sister to plays for children, like “El Principito”, “El Patito Feo” or “El Gigante Egoísta”. When I was at school, the teachers usually took us to the theater to watch plays, opera and ballet dance. It was absolutly boring, so me and my friends needed to think a way to have fun in there. We were making trouble not only in the bus, but also at the theater. When the lights turned off and the play started, we threw peanuts to the assistants in front of us or we called to the cell phone of our classmates, so they rang loudly in the middle of silence. Later, I realize that many times we were in a very important place: Teatro Municipal of Santiago. When I finished school, the theater started to be a serious matter for me. I discovered the theaters of Barrio Bellavista and others from Santiago, and it was very different compared with the plays that I had seen until that moment. I always went there alone, so it converted in a kind of hobby for

The soccer started to be my favorite sport since I was around 10 years old. Before that, when I was 5 years old, I have memories of being in kidergartner, it was saturday and my father, a cousin and an uncle went to my school because I had to attend a soccer match, but I think that, in that time, I didn’t like much soccer, indeed, I remember I was only running everywhere and chasing the players of my team and our rival’s. When I was in 6th grade, the guys of my course needed a player, because they signed in a very important tournament in wich several schools from Maipú were going to participate. I decided to accept the invitation and, since that moment, I started to feel a genuine passion, I played every break at school and I loved going to the stadium. I have a numerous family and each one of the members likes Colo-Colo, but my father, my sister, a few -really few- cousins and me like Universidad de Chile, so it’s always fun to see the classic matches with them.

The greatest holiday that I’ve ever had was a trip to Cuba, a few years ago. I travelled with my mother and my sister, and we choose that country for our vacations because we thought that the spanish language could make easier our visiting. They were interested in the caribbean weather, the amenities of the hotels and their typical drinks (as mojitos). In my case, despite I don’t believe anymore that a political system could be the key to build a fairer world, I felt that I needed to know the country in South-America were the socialist revolution had “reached the victory” -I emphasize the quotation marks-. Besides, I listened Silvio Rodríguez and other cuban artists, and I read some poetry too. We could toured a lot of cities, but La Habana was our favorite. It was like the time had stopped, because the buildings and the cars were very old, probably before 1959. When we were in Cuba, Fidel Castro was still alive, but I could perceive that the utopia was slowly falling down.