Paradise Hotel

Negrito Pleeeease help meeee! That's how everthing began. My friend knew that I could not say no if she asked the favor. It was a job in television’s genre that I hate most, and what is worse, the more light and empty of all made yet.
Assistant crane? What a technical job, which could have the creative help in the assembly and operation of a crane? How boring ... And two months in Santa Marta ... I'll do in this town all the time? I'm not looking for work, I'm happy in my life as a French’s student, what was going through my head while listening to Zoraida me about what was going to do and the money she had for the charge. Ok, ok, ok I’ll do it.

That was how I ended up traveling from Cali, the branch of the sky, to Santa Marta, which in addition to the Tayrona not find more grace, but oh surprise! And here began many of them, when I landed and the driver responsible for pick me up at the airport tells me that there is still a one-hour drive, just because, the reality was not in Santa Marta is on the way to Riohacha and so was not going to work in the city was going to a hotel 20 years ago will have been one of the best in the region but now after years and neglect has been very least and from 5 stars to be flaunted is now just a memory.

Upon entering the hotel I found the Swedes, these characters that the collective imagination and the stereotypes we have shown as a blond, bored and cold but after know this stereotype is denied and which finally giving me all the affection and warmth are capable of giving.

After the experience of the first reality there is not much to complain about during the 61 days I spent with the Swedes learned to know and I won the affection of many of them to the point of creating friendships with those who did not, but ladies and gentlemen it is here where it really gets good after the good work done with the Swedish and English director of photography, I was promoted to the position of Technical producer of the reality on the promise of work for the following two countries, Hungary and Norway.

Then came the Hungarians. After knowing that the next country would Hungary, Mike, the photography director for the Swedes, teased me about that I would play face to women with more hair than a bear, but the laughable part is that he doesn’t failed in theprediction, although not really the amount of hair they have as I prefer to stay away from the pool and beach from the hotel to confront not some strange occurrence, I must say that the Hungarian team not known for its beauty and in some cases for the opposite.

Unlike the Swedes, which all had a very good English level, many of the Hungarians can’t say “Hello”, and this has made me not the happiest man in the world, I had to draw on my histrionic knowledge and go to my actors direction classes to communicate with gestures, faces, signs, using almost all of my body except the tongue, The only body’s part that doesn’t serve me for the communication with them.

But overcome communication problems come the technical differences, having to configure all the equipment for the production of reality has been a challenge because for some strange reason in Hungary HDTV still does not work and had to record everything in 4:3, which I had been in the trunk of memories but apparently the ex-Communist Europe is still valid.

I'm gonna stop for now, I can’t tell everything in the first blogs inning, there will be more space for the Hungarian histories in Jose's Paradise!