Casa de Dramatismo

I am living in a strange Spanish-cum-latin American comedy/soap opera. Its true. All of my flatmates are from a Latin descent and some days it really feels like a punch line will come and the credits will roll to the sound of pseudo audience applause and laughter. Each of my flatmates have their character, the busy mum, the drunkard dad, the wayward hippy daughter. They all have their distinct trades (Teacher, Carpenter and Journalist). Then there's the boyfriends, girlfriends, friends and more friends of the flatmates. Musicians, air hostesses, shopkeepers, gardeners, lecturers, cleaners, plumbers. Mix all of this together and you have a Latin cocktail of music, dancing, talking food and talking. Especially talking. Once youre in the kitchen you can be stuck there for a minimum of one hour, and it always ends on the same topic : politics. Whether its Galtieri or Zapatero, the talk will always be how awful or great the leader has been. Of late it has been how awful Johnson is, the Colombian flatmate is adamant that Boris is an awful awful man that mirrors everything that is wrong with the UK. ''Dayvid I have a been in this coo-ntery for thixteen years and this a man isa not good....he is a wanker''. This sentence is usually the opener for him to pick up the Evening Standard and point to page 7. Anyway, I dont want to sound like a Boris obsessive, because I am not.

The main thing is that the Latin soap opera is passionate and I have learned that if you want to be in the show you have to play the part. Be dramatic in political and historical debate, laugh when the men laugh, catch the winks, slap each other on the backs and generally not behave so British.