No world cup for us...

Here I am writing from my bar. 1am, an Iranian rock band (actually the only rock band in the country, not kidding) visiting town just left, celebration after their very successful gig.
I don't know but sometimes living and working at night makes me very tired. The grass is always greener next door they say. Actually that's been a constant for me (probably for most people)...It's that sort of feeling of living a normal life for a week and having my nights off instead of my days...
Chile just finished its fucking awful game, not qualifying two times in a row for the world cup. Such a lack of attitude, mentality, concentration, profesionalism, etc... pretty pist off to tell the truth. That stupid thing of calling us the "english of LatinAmerica" as an excuse of having a mediocre mentality...AAGHGGHHHH!!!!! (sorry its just that i thought we actually had a little chance to make it to the world cup...)
Sitting in front of me Ennio, one of our carachters in this place, an italian with super strong english accent that have the hability to talk (and talk and talk) for hours with anyone about anything. Impressive to say the least. Good friend, old school bohemian...
So.... my bros, my REAL bro's are coming to town, and they are coming with my sistah's in law. Ayayayayayyyy....NY get ready...

Road to Tambacounda from Misserah. Senegal 2001.

Home at Sabi Moullesi Village, Senegal,2001.