Our past is always with us

I am desperately trying to escape from loneliness but, as Grim would point out, words are so imprecise, we are so unique and our thoughts and feelings so unshareable, that this seems a failed attempt from the beggining. This gets even tougher when, as for me, English is not your mother tongue. So many times I have felt that words do not seem to really fit into what I want to say, that they are so loose..., or too tight... and I have felt so uncomfortable, clumsy, silly..., that many many times I have found me rushing disgusted towards myself just to get locked in a place where I can pretend that, at least, I do understand me.
As Ortega y Gasset said once, "me", I am myself and my circumstances: You can only understand me correctly if you know what has happened to me, which events have shaped my mind, my soul, my words, that try to be their expression... But giving a biographical explanation for every single sentence that we pronounce would be an exhausting and even unfinishable task. Today I have discovered a short cut for you to reach my heart.
Here you have condensed in 30 seconds what is left in it after almost one year of my life working for Pret a Manger: www.wopfilms.com (NON-FAT short). Enjoy yourself, and see you soon.