had said he would not write at a time. Nor would I expect to have these tiemps dead at four in the morning while we wait for an end to run a macro in the diffractometer. To which I hope will not be much because then we have to put a sample new environment which will take us half an hour more. As my boss - "Bah, never mind Jose Luis is accustomed to being awake at this hour on Fridays"
As if he had not said I'm doing at the ESRF Grenoble measures for which we did request for quite some time. This installation is a syncrotron, which amounts to an X-ray lamp rather powerful, allowing us to do in Zaragoza measures are not authorized to do. If not for that we will come here? (Well, to see the Alps, which I think is reason enough) Just now I'm working on Spline, which is the English line of the installation. Yes, although we believe it not an area that is owned by English only, but not all the time is used only for English. The revolutionary tax.
I'm not going to tell you what I've come here because, besides expensive boring would start talking about magnetoelastic constant relaxation in thin films (eh scares, alfinal everything is easier than it sounds)
What if I want to tell you is the journey, or how life is here, as syncrotron ring, or simply as the "hutch" (Very Lost) where I work.
To begin you I can talk about the trip, as always if not seasoned sauce with some contingency and uncertainty, it seems that not one of our trips.
Although we take the AVE to Madrid without problems, and we decks without incident. In line billing first surprise awaited us. A very nice, no, escapades, Air France flight attendant told us that our flight that took us to Lyon was canceled. We just had to be thrown seven hours at the airport Barajas. In return, and to compensate the delay gave us a fabulous meal voucher.
"Great, at least not die of hunger" - After several miles, without exaggeration, to walk to find a restaurant where we exchange the voucher, what we do and in the boarding area. When you're in the area, without having seen the movie, it is inevitable remember Tom Hanks.
I have always called attention to these places step. Train stations (Why would it be?), Buses, the aerouertos. These are sites that no one seems to belong, where every person has a different face, and yet the same. Everything is there, is in a place that does not belong, that is unclaimed. All there is there is banished, not gone.
Buff, how long, and I have not begun. And the macro has not finished. Not when you go to sleep today. Tomorrow, in another execution of these you still counting.
I leave a song from The Killers to me is really cool.
By the way my ankle very well, but an eggplant purple as well. Ivan your father has hands to make bread.
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