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My dream job

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  During all my childhood I wanted to be an architect to be able to build my own house. At that time, I imagined building a castle using columns of classical architecture with a large interior space. After, in my adolescence I wanted to work in something that was related to the area of ​​the economy, that way I could earn more money and travel, in addition, by that time I was already realizing that being an architect was more difficult, however, after some bad decisions I had to give up that dream. That is why I decided to return to my dream of being an architect when I entered to study architecture at the university, and although the first year didn’t go as I expected, this year has made me want to stay in the degree, so I will continue to survive until I graduate in architecture. After that I would like to have a job as an architect that allows me to travel to different countries or earn enough money to travel by myself, so I could see famous buildings with my own eyes and know w...

The best holidays I have been to

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 The holidays I remember the most was in a summer about 8 or 9 years ago in Quillota, a city in Valparaíso in Chile. That time I went with my mother and we stayed at the house of an aunt of my mother named Elisa. We were there for about 2 or 3 weeks, almost a whole month, although as it was a long time ago I don't remember many things, but it was a nice and quiet place. Being there was like being at home, except that the noises of the neighbors were not heard, they were replaced by the sound of the birds. We also slept early and woke up bed earlier compared to a normal day to be energized the next day. Another thing I remember is that since they were a bit far from the market (because it was like a field where we were) they went to buy every month, so they didn't have things that were not essential for the home. Undoubtedly, what I remember most about those holidays was when we start climbing a hill at noon and finish at night, the rest are memories without much relevance, ...