06/04/2005 (Managua, Nicaragua)
I´ll have these moments when everything is so surreal as if I were dreaming. When I come to, I´ll ask myself, ¨What the hell am I doing here for six months?¨ And then, I´ll laugh...
19/04/2005 (Managua, Nicaragua)
I don´t like the sight of blood... And could it be that simple? But honestly, I don´t think I could do blood and flesh for a living. Puncturing and cutting and stitching up chunks of flesh as blood gurgles and splatters everywhere... It is certainly not for the faint of heart (and for that matter, not for the faint of stomach). I´m not even talking about the stress and the responsibility and what not... I´m talking about blood...and most, if not all, bodily fluids...
I´ll have these moments when everything is so surreal as if I were dreaming. When I come to, I´ll ask myself, ¨What the hell am I doing here for six months?¨ And then, I´ll laugh...
19/04/2005 (Managua, Nicaragua)
I don´t like the sight of blood... And could it be that simple? But honestly, I don´t think I could do blood and flesh for a living. Puncturing and cutting and stitching up chunks of flesh as blood gurgles and splatters everywhere... It is certainly not for the faint of heart (and for that matter, not for the faint of stomach). I´m not even talking about the stress and the responsibility and what not... I´m talking about blood...and most, if not all, bodily fluids...
