Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Wednesday, 17 June 2015
The ever expanding tribe
This is a quick post about tonight's Krav Maga class. I am in pain, as usual, but it is good pain. I feel good. And anyway, however in pain I am, it is far less than when I started. Tonight I did something silly: I forgot to put my sneakers, so I wore my ordinary Clarks shoes instead. But nobody noticed. That is for the meaningless anecdote. More importantly, the number of students has gone up again: one newbie last week, who is very talented (he puts me to shame really), and two newbies this week: a young adult woman, borderline teenager, and a thirteen year old girl, the daughter of one of the veteran students. She is apparently too good for the children classes (because the club I belong to also gives children classes). Sometimes, I feel that we are part of a new tribe of Israel. Except that none of us is Jewish (I don't think so anyway, but I might be wrong). In a way, it is true. I have not made friends yet, true friends I mean, so far they are more acquaintances, but all the same, it does feel like a tribe.