About a girl Hello, And No, I'won't write about Nirvana's song today Actually this entry should be called "about a german girl". Anyway. This happened two years ago, when I was still in college (I sounded like an oldman, actually I graduated just a couple of months ago). Her name starts with the letter F, so I will call her F. One day, at beggining of the academic period I saw her in front of the class room. I remember that I thought "Oh, she is the kind of girl who make me nervous" And of course I got nervous. She entered the class room and I felt happy and a little bit worried, I didn't know why. Since that day I saw her frequently, let's say two times per week.She talked to other people in the classroom that's how I could know about her: She was german, her name was F (well, not exactly), and she was quiet. During the four months we were classmates I talked to her two times: The first chance was when she dropped her notebook and I tried to lift it. F said in spanish "I can do it by my self". I though "OK", and turned my sad face. The second time was when in a desperate effort to stablish contact with her, I decided to ask her about her grades in the last exam. "How was it ?", I asked. "Good, good", she said. "Ah, OK", I said. She smiled. "That was a tough test, don't you think" I said. "Yes It was", and I turned again my frustrated face. And that's it. That's the whole story, I never saw her again. Thanks in advance for your correction.