The island of Nobodies That island was inhabited by Nobodies. Nobody listened the sound of the seas wandering around. Nobody smelled the pine needles stacking on the ground. Nobody was conscious of all that beauty. And nobody was alone. There was plenty of Nobodies. They were in every corner of the island. Every time a bird sang, Nobody was there to listen. Every snowflake that melted under the sunlight, Nobody was there to see it. Every time a caterpillar became a butterfly, a dozen of Nobodies was there to contemplate it. When everything was quiet, Nobody could actually hear the sun setting beyond the sea. Everything was dyed in the kind of orange that gets inside you and warms you up. Nobodies felt full of peace. One day, Nobody realized he was Somebody... (To be continued) I will thank any corrections or comments!

"film" and "movie" are interchangeable? Are they synonyms? Are they used in different contexts?

About this lovely line of the movie "Charlie and the chocolate factory" which is not in the book I'm reading Charlie and the chocolate factory, and I was waiting to reach a dialog that I love, but it resulted to be an adition of the movie. I'm going to try to narrate the whole set of events that led to that scene (that is from the beginning of the story haha). In Charlie's city there was the most amazing chocolate factory. And Charlie loved chocolate, but his family could barely afford one chocolate bar a year, which was given to Charlie on his birthday. The factory produced all kind of almost-magic candies, invented by its mad genius owner, Willy Wonka. And no one knew how the chocolate was made, or what the factory looked like inside, because no one had entered the factory in several years. But one day, Willy Wonka decided to allow five children to visit his factory. The ones who would be able to know the amazing place were the ones that found the golden tickets that Willy Wonka had put underneath the wrapping paper of five random chocolate bars. Four tickets were find in the first after being released. One day before the deadline, Charlie was walking back home from school, and he was starving. Suddenly, he saw a glow in the snow, bent down and found a fifty pence coin. He picked it up and decided to buy a chocolate bar in a close store, and give the rest of the money to his mother. He bought the chocolate, ate it and was about to leave the store when he decided to buy another bar of chocolate. And then the miracle happened: when he unwrapped the candy he found the fifth golden ticket. At firts he froze, and people around him became hysterical. Everybody wanted to see the golden ticket, and some people offered him money in exchange for it. When the salesman got over the astonishment, helped Charlie to get out the store and encouraged him to go straight home. Charlie started to run and, when he arrived, he told his mother, very excited, that he had found the last golden ticket. All his family was very surprised and happy, and started to think about who should accompany Charlie to the factory. But suddenly, Charlie got serious and told his family something like: "Wait. I'm not going. They offered me two hundred pounds for the ticket, and I'm sure they would pay even more." And then they convinced him to go the factory anyway. That final part, when Charlie is about to give that big chance up to help his family, is only in the film, not in the book, and I think it's lovely. I only have space to thank for reading/correcting, andapologizingforthelength:)

How does the "jajaja" sound to an english speaker? In Spanish we use to laugh "jajaja", and in English they laugh "hahaha". And I heard once that the "jajaja" sounds like "iaiaia" in English, is that true? Should I adopt the "haha" when I laugh (electronicaly) in English? What do you think? Thank you for the answers and have a nice day!

The things I hold A part of me would like to throw nothing away. I really like to keep the things I don't need anymore. I don't really know why, maybe I get attached too much to everything and I don't like to let things go. But the point here is to talk about this things I specially like to keep. I keep bus and train tickets of special dates, the passes I monthly get for the subway, and, in general, the tickets of all the events I assist to. Furthermore, I really like cycling, and I repair my own bike when it breaks down. And I have never thrown away any broken part I've changed. I feel all of them tell a story, the story of the places they have been, and how much they have rolled. I don't really spend much time looking at them, I just like keeping them and knowing they are there. I do like showing them to other people and telling their stories. I also like to keep digital files. I take a lot of photographs, and I keep them all, the good and the failed ones, because, again, I feel this large sets of photos tell the story of what was happening when they were taken. My computer is also full of old stuff I used to do, like simple softwares I used to program, old games I used to play and lots of things I have written. A lot of this texts were written long ago and I'm ashamed to read them, so I almost never do that, but I like knowing they are there. I think I'm kind of afraid of forgetting. I used to think about what would happen if I got amnesic, and how all this stuff would help me to remember. All this things are some kind of answer to (and a consequence of) the internal question of who I am, and a way to tell it to others. Because, after all, this stuff tells not any story but my story. Ok, it got a little deep haha This is just a practice of my writting in English, so I will appreciate any corrections and suggestions to make it sound more natural. Thank you for reading and have a nice day!

Translation of a new fragment of a story I'm writting "Suddenly, I saw her, or at least that seemed to me, I am not sure, but I knew she was going to the platform, so I started to run. That was not possible, what would be Olivia doing at the station? But it was her… Where was she? I walked through the platform. Lots of people were boarding or leaving the train that have just arrived. Where? Where was she? Was she hiding form me? I was sure I had seen her, wasn’t I? Only few people remained in the platform, the train was starting to move, and she wasn’t there… She should have got on. I looked around one last time and got on. I wandered through every car over and over again. Everyone looked so familiar… ¿or I had already seen their faces too many times? I didn’t know, I only knew for sure one thing: Olivia wasn’t in the train. I felt incredibly tired. I sat beside a window and fall asleep." As allways, I will apreciate any corrections or suggestions to make it sound more natural, good night!

Translation of first part of a story I may never finish writting haha Everything was so dark. I barely remember your eyes in front of me. - Lucía – I whispered – I can’t distinguish between what is real and what is not, anymore. I need help. - You have us – you said. I shook my head no. - I can’t stay. I would put you all at risk… I have to do it. You were crying. So was I. - Are you sure? – you asked. I hugged you and didn’t aswer. That's all. Would it be right "I can't distinguish anymore between ..."? And, what other ways to say "I shook my head no" are there? Thanks for the corrections and comments, good luck!

Why does shampoo smell like food? I don't know how it is in other countries, but here in Argentina, almost all varieties of shampoo smells like food. And I found that disgusting. I don't have much better ideas about how it should smell. And I know it's not very usefull to complain about things without proposing something better, but that is exactly what I want to do. Smelling shampoo makes me hungry, and that's repulsive! Again, I don't know how should it make me feel, I think smelling shampoo should put you in a washing-your-hair mood, but definitely should not make you hungry. Just think about it. You go to the store and decide to try a new shampoo. So you open a few bottles, you smell them (do you do that when you want to buy a new shampoo? I do), and you get hungry, forget the shampoo and go get some food! It's not profitable for the shampoo companies! And you still have to use a food-smelling thing to wash your head, which is disgusting! Imagine you are eating something tasty, and you are enjoying it. Would you put that in your hair? I wouldn't. The same thing happens with deodorant. A few years ago, a chocolate-smelling deodorant was on sale here in Argentina. And I thought it was a very good scent, for a cake! Not for a deodorant spray I would spread over my body! I am not a cupcake, I don't want to smell like one. That's all for this note. I'm practicing my English, so I will apreciate any corrections or comments!

My first note: We're roasting here in Buenos Aires. I hate heat. I hate summer because of heat. For two weeks now we're having very high temperatures in Buenos Aires, and I feel I will melt. From about 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. the streets becomes a sauna. Sometimes, when it gets really damp, going out at midday feels like swimming in warm soup, all sourrounded by the perfumes of the city. When a miracle happens and weather takes pity on us, it begins to blow a gentle breeze that allows you to breath. Yesterday night, for example, it came a strong wind that became a storm. It rained for about half an hour, and it bearly decresed the temperature. At home, we still had to sleep with fans on, and this mornign sun was back. And we are roasting again. I know some will say I'm overreacting , because farther north in Argentina, and farther north in South América, weather is even hotter, and they have these temperatures throughout the whole year. But in Buenos Aires we are not used to it. Every strange person you meet, instead of saying "Hello", he/she says "So hot, isn't it?" That's the new official greeting. As a result of all this, I want to move south (I don't think I will, but let me dream). I want to move south, for example, to Usuhaia, the most southern city in Argentina, where on month ago it was snowing! The land where summer days are so long, and nights are short! Where you have snow all year! Where everithing that is outdoors gets frosten! (That might not be that funny, but I have my garden frosten only once or twice a year and I want more of it). Ok, I will finish this here. I will apreciate any corrections and suggestions about more natural ways of saying what I tried to say. Goodbye!