Before moving to Rotterdam, I worked at creartiva. Now that I'm back in Barcelona for a visit I decided to go and see them. I had work to do myself so I spent the day at the studio with them. Made me remember the times when I was part of the team. Good times!
When I was little I would get jealous of the film characters because the sounds that came from simple actions was so loud and crisp. I wanted that sound for my actions too. I remember feeling specially jealous of the sound that came from walking on gravel. I wondered why such sounds could only be heard on tv or on the radio.
Then, one Christmas, I got "My First Sony" and understood what a microphone was.
I was trying out the macro option on my camera for filming. I can't control it very much but I think it's quite good. But what I liked more was the sound of my pen on the paper. Sounds like breathing. Or slow chewing.
One of my favourite sounds is the sound of a horse chewing.
I'm now finished with my Dutch course and I'm officially on level 3. On my certificate it says that this level is high enough to speak with the natives, to make appointments and arrangements. I can make short sentences without mistakes and use standard expressions. Under pressure (mostly emotional) I will make lots of mistakes, but I can still communicate. I can understand the radio and tv-shows and specific information as long as the speaking tempo is not too fast. I can also read texts written for the general public and write standard texts for every day life, for my studies and for work.
Now I'm only missing the courage to do all those things outside the classroom!
Here my great teacher, Marieke, is holding an imaginary watermelon.
