One of the advantages of online training is that it allows you to do your work from anywhere and gives you great freedom of movement, but this new training is face-to-face, so, during the working days, The Grandma will have to be present in Sant Boi de Llobregat, where from Monday she will share her ideas with some new colleagues with the ultimate goal of improving their knowledge and skills to be able to find a job.
It is for this reason that this blog will now become the communication tool for the Morgans, this new family with whom The Grandma will share fictional stories with the aim not only of them learning but also of them disconnecting from reality to be able to first recover as a person, before preparing themselves formatively to return to the world of work as soon as possible with confidence and real possibilities of stabilization.
Occupational training has as its first objective to recover the person and then to offer them a personal training itinerary that helps them in the search for a new job, which is why it is so linked to mental health, because in many cases the loss of a job is such a great emotional shock that it affects the deepest part of the person.
So, starting next Monday, The Grandma's blog will go from being personal and telling her adventures to being professional and telling the fictional adventures with the Morgans, and for this, it will be necessary to use a lot of digital tools, to create a parallel and imaginary world that helps the Morgans escape their real problems and let themselves be carried away by the world of training from imagination, creativity, solidarity, empathy and daily work.
So, this early morning, The Grandma will fly back to Barcelona while Joseph de Ca'th Lon and Claire Fontaine will fly to Hannover from where they will drive to Wolfsburg where on Tuesday the Northern Star has a very special match that the two friends do not want to miss.
They have had an intense few days where they have been able to attend in Lyon and Paris one of the best musical shows of the moment (Lux); they have visited Paris, a beautiful city that they know well, but where they always do the same rituals (visiting the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, sailing the Seine and getting lost in the city while savouring the local cuisine); they have seen the Northern Star shine again in Fleury-Mérogis, and they have met up with friends they haven't seen in a while, because this is always the most fascinating thing about travelling: meeting up with the people you love.
Before taking the plane, The Grandma has made an interesting cheese supply, because being in Gaul means being able to enjoy the pleasure of eating great cheeses (with permission from the Swiss and Norwegians). If there are no delays, she will arrive in enough time to go to the Camp Nou, where there is an interesting match against Rayo Vallecano.
Sous le ciel de Paris
S'envole une chanson
Elle est née d'aujourd'hui
Dans le coeur d'un garçon
Sous le ciel de Paris
Marchent des amoureux
Leur bonheur se construit
Sur une air fait pour eux
Sous le pont de Bercy
Un philosophe assis
Deux musiciens, quelques badauds
Puis des gens par milliers
Sous le ciel de Paris
Jusqu'au soir vont chanter
L'hymne d'un peuple épris
De sa vieille cité
Prés de Notre-Dame
Parfois couve un drame
Oui, mais à Paname
Tout peut s'arranger
Quelques rayons du ciel d'été
L'accordéon d'un marinier
L'espoir fleurit
Au ciel de Paris
Sous le ciel de Paris
Coule un fleuve joyeux
Il endort dans la nuit
Les clochards et les gueux
Sous le ciel de Paris
Les oiseaux du bon Dieu
Viennent du monde entier
Pour bavarder entre eux
Et le ciel de Paris
A son secret pour lui
Depuis vingt siècles il est épris
De notre île Saint Louis
Quand elle lui sourit
Il met son habit bleu
Quand il pleut sur Paris
C'est qu'il est malheureux
Quand il est trop jaloux
De ses millions d'amants
Il fait gronder sur eux
Son tonnerre éclatant
Mais le ciel de Paris n'est pas longtemps cruel
Pour se faire pardonner, il offre un arc-en-ciel
Under the Paris sky
A song takes flight
It was born today
In the heart of a boy
Under the Paris sky
Lovers walk
Their happiness is built
On a tune made for them
Under Bercy bridge
A philosopher sits
Two musicians, some onlookers
Then thousands of people
Under the Paris sky
They'll sing until dusk
The hymn of people in love
With this old city
Near Notre Dame
Sometimes drama broods
But at Paname
Everything comes together
Rays from the summer sky
A sailor's accordion
Hope blooms
In Paris' sky
And the Paris sky
Has a secret of its own
For twenty year's he's been in love
With our Saint Louis island
When she smiles at him
He dresses in blue
When it rains on Paris
It's because he's unhappy
When he grows jealous
Of her millions of lovers
He comes down on us
With his flashing thunder
But the Paris sky
Isn't cruel for long
To ask our forgiveness
He offers up a rainbow
Singing is a way of escaping.
It's another world.
I'm no longer on earth.
Edith Piaf

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