MY HOLIDAYS

16/07/2016

At the beginning of the summer holidays I went three weeks in a course, named CIATE, to be an instructor for children. The course was in “La Farga” sports hall, so every day I caught my bike and I go to Banyoles with Arnau F, Arnau T and my sister.

In this course I learned a lot of things: first aid, how to organize sports events, how to deal with children…

31/07/2016

This year I went one week in Holland with my family. We were in camping near to Amsterdam. In this week we travelled through all the country, we saw the windmills, the dicks (walls that prevents the ingress of sea water, and save the country from floods), and a lot of chees markets.

We went to Amsterdam with bikes that we rented in the camping, because we were only thirty minutes and this country is perfect to go with bike, there are a lot of cycling ways.

In Amsterdam we visited Van Gogh Museum, the Amsterdam Arena and the Heineken Museum.

08/08/2016

When we returned from Holland we stayed few days in my mother’s friend’s house in Switzerland. She lived in France for six years, but now she is living in Switzerland with his husband and with theirs’s two children.

During these two days she was our tourist guide. She led us to visit the ONU, the cheese factory, the typical Swiss chocolate factory, and Geneva the most expensive town in the world.

After these two days we finally returned to our home.

16/08/2016

I started training again, after two month doing nothing; my routine was bed, kitchen, sofa, kitchen, bed. Some days I went to the beach or to my grandmother’s house and nothing more.

The first day was horrible, we only did one hour and a half and I was exhausted. I had muscle fever one week.

19/08/2016

I did an excursion with Marc and our fathers, we went tom Sales de Llierca. We wanted had a bath in the falls. In the middle of the way we found some sandbags to restore the refuge, we took one everyone and we continued the way to the end with the sacks. When we arrived we left the sacks near the refuge and we continued the way to the falls.

The water of the falls was very cold, but we were very warm and it felts perfect

21-28/08/2016

I went one week with some friends in a camp; we were camped in a land near Pont de Molins. We were near falls and every day we went to have a bath. We did a lot of activities and funny things. One day we did an excursion to the pentane of Boadella, one part of the excursion was without instructors, we had to ask with our group to people where was the pentane, my group was the first but near the finish we missed and almost reach to Junquera. Finally the instructors found us and they brought us to the pentane.

Except this part they were good camps.

09/09/2016

We passed all de day in small cove near Roses called “Cala Montjoi”, where a few years ago there was “el Bulli” the ex-best restaurant in the world. The cove was like all the small coves inn Costa Brava, clean, pretty and with blue water like Caribe.

We did what is usually done on the beach. My father and I passed the most of time swimming in the sea while my mother and my sister were sunbathing.

12/09/2016

This is the last day of the summer, tomorrow we have to come back to the routine, catch the bus at 8:00 a.m., go to school, study, homework… I think that this summar it was a good one, because it 

pass very fast.The best part is that I see my friends and that the first day is only two hours.

Adele

Adele Laurie Adkins was born in Tottenham on the 5 of May 1988. She is more know for her stage name, Adele.

At the age of four she started to sing. When she was thirteen she moved to Briton, in the South London, with her mum. Three years later she wrote  her first record, Hometown Glory. On May of 2006 she graduated from the Birt School of Performing Arts of Croydon. In October 2007 she released her breakthrough song, “Hometown Glory”. One year later she started to realise her second single “Chasing Pavements”. In the same year she did a world tour named “An evening with Adele”. At the age of twenty-two she received a Grammy nomination for the Best Female Pop Vocal Performance. One year later she broke a record with the song “Someone like you”.

Four month later she gave birth to a baby, named Angelo Konecki. Since 2008 she has lived in Notting Hill.

In November of last year she made a triumphant return with “Hello”.

Roger Robert & Lluc Vicens

EL "pagesot"

Fa molts anys, quan els crancs tot just havien començat a caminar cap enrere, dos germanastres vivien amb la mare d’un i amb el pare de l’altre al centre d’una ciutat. Un d’aquests dos joves no havia estat mai a la ciutat, ell, com el seu pare, eren homes de poble i això de la ciutat no els acabava de fer el pes. El pare no va tardar gaire a adaptar-se a la vida de la ciutat, però el fill no hi havia manera que s’hi acostumés.

A part de tots els problemes que tenia aquest pobre noi, per orientar-se , per agafar el metro o per caminar pel mig d’un carrer amb centenars de persones que no coneixia. Tenia el seu germanastre i la seva colla d’amics que sempre aprofitaven per recordar-li com de maldestre era i se’n reien d’ell. Es mofaven de la seva manera de parlar, perquè deien que parlava com un pagesot , de la manera com caminava, de la seva manera de vestir, sempre amb roba vella i còmoda, i sobretot se’n fotien d’ell, pel sol fet de ser diferent era diferent, ell no vestia roba de marca ni caminava com tothom, ell era el que sobresortia de la resta, i això, no els acabava d’agradar a aquella colla d’inútils.

Però un bon dia tot va canviar, la mare va trobar una feina molt ben pagada en una sucursal d’una industria, en un petit poble de pescadors.

 Aquell petit poble va ser  on es van capgirar les vides d’aquells nois. Aquell jove que mai es va acostumar a la ciutat, ara es sentia com un peix a l’aigua. Podia caminar pel mig del carrer gairebé tot sol, tothom parlava com ell, i la gent sempre el saludaven quan el veien passar. I, a més a més, va descobrir la seva gran passió, la pesca, no tenia ni divuit anys i ja era un dels millors pescadors de la comarca.

En canvi aquell noiet que s’havia passat tota la seva vida mofant-se del seu germà per ser diferent, ara era ell l’estrany, aquell que anava a pescar amb roba de marca i que parlava d’una manera tant peculiar.

INTERVIEWING A CELEBRITY

A la vida no estem sols.

A la vida no estem sols. A partir d’aquesta frase he de creat un text argumentatiu, donant els meus diferents punts de vista i les meves opinions.

Des del meu punt de vista no, no ho estem. A partir del moment en que naixem ja no tornarem a estar sols. Sempre hi ha algú que, encara que no estigui físicament al teu costat, pensa en tu. L’humà, com tots els éssers vius, es relaciona i estableix diferents lligams, més o menys estrets, amb molta gent. Per això crec que a la vida no estem sols.

Sí que és veritat que moltes vegades ens sentim sols, però això no vol dir que ho estiguem. La sensació o el sentiment de solitud és normal, i alguna o altre vegada l’hem experimentat. Crec que és bo sentir-te sol en algun moment de la vida, perquè després saps apreciar i mantenir més bé els lligams amb les persones que sempre estan amb tu i que veritablement els importes.

Com ja he dit abans, al llarg de la nostra vida arribem a conèixer molta gent, i com es diu en un fragment del llibre el Petit Príncep, hem de saber diferenciar les roses dels baobabs, es a dir hem de saber diferenciar les persones tòxiques de les bones persones i les que t’acompanyaran tota la vida. Perdoneu-me si faig servir masses metàfores del Petit Príncep, però crec que són aquestes les persones que, com deia la guineu hem de domesticar. Un cop domesticats els dos no podeu viure un sense l’altre i, és d’aquesta manera com mai estem sols, perquè un cop tens domesticada una persona sempre hi penses, i encara que no estigui al nostre costat sempre la portem al cor.

En resum, des del dia que naixem fins el dia del nostre enterrament, si som bones persones i sabem conservar bé les amistats i la família, mai estarem  sols, sempre tindrem algú al nostre costat, ja sigui físicament o psicològicament, si l’aconseguim domesticar no tenim per què patir per estar sols. També cal dir, i ara ja si que per finalitzar, que la solitud és un estat que tothom algun cop ha hagut de patir, i no és dolent, sinó al contrari, et fa valorar més les roses i aprens a diferenciar-les dels baobabs.

Where is our library?

I’m writing for complain about the library of the town that you promised in your election program. Two years ago you tell as tat when you have money in four month we have got a big an modern library, so where is it.

Instead of a new library we have a few of little shelving, there were any interesting books, the newest book is from the 1998. In order to take some interesting books from this shelving we go to Banyoles library, but I think that a town like our, it is able to have a good library.

You must do something about this situation. Because you promised a new library, and we only have a shelving with prehistoric books. It’s a shame that the people of this town have to go to the library of Banyoles. We need a place where our children can read books without paying or spending a lot of gasoil for go to the next town. I think that the library is a big necessity from this town, and you promised that, so please started with it.

Lluc Vicens

Micro Relat Sant Jordi- El dipòsit d’aigua de l’Horta de l’Ebre

En terres de l’Ebre, ja fa uns quants anys, hi vivia un gat preciós, era esvelt i gros, tenia la cabellera blanca i ben pentinada, i uns bigots llargs i frondosos. L'única cosa que no tenia aquell gat era humilitat. Era el gat més bonic de les terres de l’Horta de l’Ebre, i ho sabia. Es passava tot el dia passejant prop del dipòsit d’aigua del poble perquè tots els vilatans que anessin a buscar aigua el poguessin veure, acariciar i lloar. Com és normal aquest despertava un gran odi per tots els altres animals que no estaven a la seva altura, per això el felí no es cansava de repetir que mai arribarien a ser tan bonics com ell. Un bon dia el gat es va despertar com sempre, es va pentinar com sempre feia i es dirigí al dipòsit a fanfarronejar de bellesa com sempre feia. Però aquell dia no va ser com tots els altres. La nit anterior havia gelat i el mur del dipòsit relliscava molt, el gat no va tenir això en compte, quan pujà al cim va patinar amb el gel i va caure dins l’aigua. Quan intentava escapar es va quedar parat en veure’s reflectit a l’aigua gelada, quines pintes que feia amb els pèls xops i els bigotis congelats. Ja no era el gat tan bell de sempre sinó que ara era un gat xop i intentant salvar la seva vida. Però per desgràcia mentre reflexionava l’aigua gelada se’l va endur al fons del dipòsit.