He thinks about Friki (1st part)

I came on Friday morning approximately 4 hours before it was opening the doors the pavilion of conventions of the country-house. And the fact is that this week without warning anybody the schedules had already changed and on Friday the doors would not be opened at 10 a.m. if not to las12. So it was me who was in my car at 8 a.m. without anything to do to part of taking something in a snack bar, reading the newspaper and spending cold.

At 10 a.m. they had already opened a few doors to themselves and several vans were spitting cartons. I enter the parking with the car and step to inside I hope someone says to me where my place is. Obviously the organization shines for his absence. There are no accreditations not, T-shirts to find the managers of regulating all this chaos.

After waiting 20 minutes for my table, finally I have a place assigned along with a stage next to the stand of the advice friki. At once I have everything ready and feel to admire the scenery, the doors are opened at 12 a.m. and the first visitors begin entering.

The day passes quite calmly, my neighbors be be play with his quilted sticks “the weapon” and me while, inside sat chatting with few people that if he wants done a glance to the maps.

On the following day the struggle recrudece and opposite to my stand the people fight with his laser sabers for gaining access to my educations. A little age the people who if he wants was looking out of the corner of the eye at my table while they were waiting to sign up to the softcombat tournament and less still there were the capable ones of joining a bicycle a few maps and a book with a trip in bicycle for Japan.

Hundreds of persons of all the ages and condition friki were parading that one place with his attentive plush ears to any sheet with subversive messages and with his marsupios full of posters, comics and other products related to the industry of the entertainment.

In next deliveries I will teach you videos and will comment to you on everything what spent to me Sunday that has no waste. It might be one of the adventures of susonotabi perfectly.