When blood stains your ivory tower…

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I get up in the morning. From my window you can see the sun, the French Alps and all those nice houses which are so much better than mine, even when they are from social welfare (PLOP!). I open Facebook, to see if there is a message from HIM (you're the first thing when I wake up... that’s who you are...). My Costa Rican friends discuss if going to see the Costa Rica- Argentina match with a blue shirt is being a traitor, if Messi is a canonized piece of shit, if La Volpe has done a good job with Read more [...]

Swiss Road Trip

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Road trip. Saturday morning. A fiat cinquecento. Two Fernandos and one Andrea. Music to spice the trip a little bit: our three iPods are mixed, so there is something for everyone: Edith Piaf’s songs in French by the Spanish Fer, electronic music by the Guatemalan Fer and my soundtracks of The Science of Sleep and Amelie. In the trunk of the car: olives, cheese, salami, bread, white wine ...chocolate! A perfect picnic. Destination: first Montreux, capital of one of the most prestigious jazz festivals, Read more [...]

Nyon, March 22nd

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(Extract of the Pascualina ) A week exactly in France / Switzerland and until now I sit down to write. It took me a while catching up with Spain. After Alicante, I returned to Madrid, and I walked all the emblematic landmarks to recover photos that I spoiled during the Ruta or that Ricardo never gave me: the Alcala's Gate, the Retiro Park, the Plaza Mayor... I stayed with Miguel and his new wife and then I came to meet the Fernandos in Geneva. So, next chapter in the Dadaist trip. We Read more [...]