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Yuta Martinez, student 2nd ESO | Japan |
![]() Japan is a beautiful country. My mother is from there. My grandparents and my cousins live in Japan, but my grandparents live in a city called ''Sinjuku" and my cousins live in another city called "Chiba''. On holidays I go to Japan. The trip starts in Barcelona , it continues in Finland or in France and it finishes in Japan .The trip takes fourteen hours. I never sleep in the plane because it is very uncomfortable. In Japan most people travel by train. In Japan we go to other cities, for example : "Akihabara, Guinza , Numazu or Ichigaya ''. In Japan we eat
salad, sausages, rice, and drink tea or hot chocolate for breakfast.
The most famous food of Japan is "Sushi and Sashimi ''. Sushi is raw fish. Sashimi is Sushi with rice. The rice is specially cooked. Sushi is eaten with soya sauce. I like Japan because there are all the new games. For example : Console 2 Dream Cast or Play Station 2. They are sold in Japan but Dream Cast is sold in Spain, Play Station 2 isn't. Well, I like Japan
and I think it is fun discovering new countries.
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Raquel Galaso, student 4th ESO | Strange? |
![]() It's raining and it's cold. I'rn looking at the street behind the window and I'rn sad. It's this terrible sadness once again in my life. My name is Mandy and before the death of my parents I was a happy girl, a common girl. I lived in a village near the sea. So, in a small village, everybody knew everything about their neighbours and everybody knew about my life. I had a boyfriend called Benny. My friends said that my boyfriend wasn't very handsome or sexy, but they thought that he was a good person, a good boy. But they were wrong. He was a killer, an evil killer... Today I still shiver when I remember the night of the murder. It was a cold dark night, February the 14th, Saint Valentine's day, the lover's day. I was in the dinning-room with my parents, watching a boring TV programme when the telephone rang. It was my ex-boyfriend Frank, and he called me to tell that Benny had terrible things to do that night. I got angry with Frank. After our affair, we became friends and l didn't expect those words from him. l put down the phone and I went to my room to tidy it. Two hours later I heard a strong noise and screams. Quickly, I went to the dinning-room and I saw the murder. Everything was painted in crimson colour. My parents, the blood... I felt the emptiness, the horrible emptiness. I ran back to my room to call the police and then I saw the note on my bed and the open window . I read it: it was Benny, the killer. When the police arrived I returned to reality and then I realized that my parents were dead. It drove me crazy and some strange people took me to a mental hospital. Sometimes, in the darkness of the night, I hear strange sounds, screams, and then a familiar boy kisses my lips. Who can it be? l will never know. ![]() |
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Ingrid Vera, student 4th ESO | Zaire-Rwanda: What a disaster! |
![]() I remember the expedition of that year, like if this ''adventure" was yesterday. This is the diary of the expedition. The diary was made and wrote for Evelyn. But at first, I want to explain to you all the beginning. We (Evelyn and I) were two years without job, and we were waiting a phone call saying that we have job. On 15 august we received a phone call saying that we have to pass four days with a group of tourists. He pay us 5.265.789. But he said that the people were a little bit strange. And they was were... 16th August 1999 12:00 This morning Jonathan
and I got up very early, at 05:20. On the airport was waiting the group.
21:00 I hate Bianca!
I hate their!
04:12 Oh no! Bianca is
shouting. She says that she has little insects like spiders, mosquitoes,..
McMains is control the situation, I hope he will.
17th August 1999 22:15 No, no, no and
no!
17th August 1999 21:00 Today we have visited
the gorillas of Zaire, and it have been very funny and different that the
other days. I explain you.
18th August 1999 17:55 They aren't here
now. They are flying to New York, now.
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