Impossible suitcases flying over Hackney

I have a friend, Beñardo Elduaien, who lives in Hackney, London, a mythical place for Basque literature fans (Paper airplanes, Impossible suitcases...)

Beñardo has often tried giving up smoking; he has recently achieved it.

As a result, he now moves very quickly and needs to be occupied. For example, he has begun going to Basque classes, in order to relearn his half forgotten mother language.

He's astonished at the variety of his classmates: one girl of Somalian origin, with a lovely flash everytime she smiles, who has been in San Sebastian twice during the Film Festival and feels uneasy when she ignores the language of the town which she visits; an 80 year old English polyglot who knows really a lot about our language and now wants to speak it as fluently as possible; a doctor in English Literature who has friends in Gasteiz and feels ashamed because every time he is with his friends they are forced to speak Spanish; and so on. They all are very interested in Basque literature.

The fact of the matter is that we have to make good use of Beñardo's present hyperactivity in order to organize there, in London, a Congress on recent Basque literature, particularly the one located in Hackney but also the other stuff, before Beñardo has a regression, takes up smoking again and returns to cigarettes and calm.

The problem is that in Hackney during wintertime your breath freezes in the air, the thermometer creeps up to about ten below.

Perhaps we should wait until springtime or summertime. In this way, we could in the meantime translate our minds and ideas into English and put our hopes in Beñardo's amazing abilities.