This anuncio is one that I made after I had lost my job at Mex Rock restaurante mexicano in Seville and realized I'd have to make a serious effort to contact a few students of the English language.
More than a hundred people removed a tab, three called, and two became my alumnos.
I never felt great about it. They were both happy with the help that I gave them, but to me it felt like prostitution. I don't mean that there's anything wrong with prostitution — I just felt like I was getting paid for something that I was born with, not that I had learned or developed or had to do, and therefore deserved to be paid for.
Anyhow, with only two students and little chance of other employment in the blazing Andalusian sun, it was soon clear that my Sevillian prospects were not good.
I moved out of my apartment and stayed for a while with an ex-housemate. His housemate was hosting a young Irish fella. We were both poor, and with little else to do; we talked a lot. I soon figured out where I was going to go next.
