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Benidorm 22.8.01
Now get this delirium caused by alcohol writings, for once, not the computer but directly on the Moleskine Chatwin as he did:

And 'mid' beer that usually happens, even forever. Alcohol, the little that came in, cleans the thoughts more 'coarse. And so begins' music to be heard. It 's always rock. It 's always the day.
I see them 'on the cliff, the Hotel Villa Venecia where I work, the beach front and in the world go by. She strokes a cool breeze. Perfect. Just so 'just because' is perfect when you're where you wanted to be.
I like this place. There 'rock, the real fact of the guitar, bass and drums that there seems to be someone who is playing really. And watch the people go, everyone is' an open book. First they passed the Case for Tourists. He, beard and glasses on roller skates that looked like a teenager superequipaggiato New York. She, by bike, hair blacks, and little meat. They stopped, she drank water from a bottle while he was skating with the changes. He even greeted a guy who passed and who evidently did not know. Robin Williams type!
An old Dutch gay men looking at me. I guess he's gay and I feel Dutch. Beat feet to the rhythm of blues around. I guess it's the penultimate day of his vacation and has not found what he sought. You will never find what you need if you do not play everything. You always have to play all. Unless you have made a pact with the devil who assures you that you will die tomorrow.
Do not judge by appearances. Why 'not? If it only takes two minutes and forty paces to see and understand where a person is, if and 'happy, what do you think, what to look for and what is not found. Yes, then maybe you're wrong, but most of the time guess. It 'an easy game when you meet many people, you get used to. Prior to observe, and then try to guess, you know talking about. Most of the time we hit the spot.
Have you ever noticed? People moves his arms when he walks and makes commuting. Why '? The legs of the agreement, and 'to advance, but the arms? I mean, 'no use, not fall, or do more' hard work if you keep still. What stories. The right arm below the left leg, and vice versa. How inconsistent.
That strong girls. There 'catered' certain that when you imagine walking a camera that follows them and retransmit them live. They study their movements to the last detail. Some of doing so 'that they had lost the charm and become puppets of hawkers who call themselves "are pussy are pussy, pussy is." The Netherlands is perhaps not 'gay, look at the women. It is cooking in the sun in an attitude very Nordic "sun, sun, sun tomorrow I go back to the cold and rain."
The Spanish sun shade if you already have 'to have los cojones filled in June.
And couples that strong couples. I am a CD Rom of information.
Here 'before I have a DOC: he looks like a Viking retired, long hair, tall and powerful with a mustache at D'Artagnan. She stazzatella, tiny, round glasses on the left, PippiCalzeLunghe tresses, rocker. They just found.
Behind it I have another Big Gym and Barbie. Barbie has her nose a bit 'too long for Mattel molds but with the short skirt who has time to see her nose? He, Big Gym, blond, muscular, simply Big Gym. And as a sign of destiny (since I read the Alchemist I see signs everywhere) come "race against time": 50's now I come in yellow Harley. He and 'blond ponytail, tattoos perfer east of Liverpool. She, more 'quiet, wanted to be a housewife. But it 'him the driver. She loves him and follows him, adapting. And 'over beer, I go to work. Oh my God! I wonder 'what people imagine when they see me behind the desk!

Finestrat, August 18, 2001

Today I feel in the mood for historical phrases. "As time goes on."?
I left the quiet valley of the Po 3 months ago and now in less than a month will bring 'the reins to the faithful type pointing sunset and saying: "you go home, Rocinante."
She will 'come now to 200,000 miles without ever let me walk thus contributing' to strengthen my faith in God and man.
It 'been here Shizu (see "Tin Tin in the land of kangaroos") for two weeks and I swear that the day that she's' gone I could not believe that 14 days had passed. As time goes on. Another summer and 'over and I'm still poor, especially single and less and less willing to put their head in place.
I rediscovered the pleasure of comics. There are now regular user of the library of Benidorm from which I borrowed the entire collection of Tin Tin. They should give him the Pulitzer Prize in Herge '(the writer of Tin Tin). Mortadella and Filemon now have no more 'secrets and Asterix not read it' cause I know by heart.
The image most 'perfect happiness' human' on my couch from which I can smell the mountain and the sea, a bowl of peanuts and a nice comic. A nice coffee 'mid' comics and are at peace with the world. Everything in the most 'is a variable potentially negative.
Especially women who in these weeks see how wells snakes disguised as bushes in bloom. Another metaphor: indigestible fruit looking inviting.
Result: I avoid carefully. It is easy to me because the hotel are almost all gay men and women but a shadow.
For the rest just do not go out and play and 'done. The danger of my roommate, and 'the past and as it' permanently transferred from the boy leaving only inhabitant of an apartment to 300,000 lire per month.
In short, I am from God and so it 'the best time to leave. Would not you know? And 'the best trick. I have always done so and I never regret I left. Leave on the crest of the wave and jump on another. So 'you're always at the top and not get bored ever.

We believe the signs of destiny? I'm not too much. But 'is a strange thing happened, very strange for a moment that made me look out the window at the sky, and take a look joker and compassionate coming from infinity (or at least those parts, perhaps a few km before ).
The record: I come home and what I see on the ground in the street? A book. She was quiet again in the tens of carob tree falls. I was with Shizu, the day he had to leave.
I pick it up and read the title: "The Alchemist" by Paul Coelho. After a shower and a pastry, I start reading a bit '. And 'the story of a shepherd who dreams of a treasure near the pyramids of Egypt, and decides to go find him. Meet a person, a king, who tells him that when someone seeks his own personal history, the whole universe conspired 'cause you find it. The boy goes to Africa, he learned Arabic, he works in a crystal shop, it does flourish, then meets the love, lets not stop our main research, through the desert, the pyramids arrives and discovers that the treasure and 'everything he found on the road. In addition, the king told him to pay attention to signs, and he interprets the signs in their own personal stories.
Reading it, not to give myself airs, I seemed to read my story in outline. Put the sheep in place of aquarium pumps (not that raise a flock, sold them). Instead of "prosper", put "go ahead". In place of the pyramids put us in London, Paris, Australia, etc. .. In short I will mica can explain in a few lines. The fact 'that have remained very surprised by the various details. And then the whole insistence on the signs. It is not 'a sign to find a book on the floor and see who is talking to you and is giving new motivation to continue to follow your own path and not that of "normal'"? Telling you to listen to your heart or your mind? Someone will say '"if the Gospel was put into his head to be an apostle" (conjugation time simplified to discredit those who says this), but not' so. I am not led to indulge in this kind of reasoning. And 'the thing, and I' seemed weird.
I've told the theory of God who loves me so much that every time I make a bad mistake in front of cop? Yes, maybe in fact, I've got just a few fixed-religious divination. Never mind (how strong the "never mind", so 'you say and not say no and you can' break the boxes).

The other day I received an email that says only: "You're a cock." An email like that destroys all the happiness' of tens of others that make you compliments. I conclude that evil and 'more' powerful than good and that therefore the world, and 'a vale of tears. However the guy and 'already' caught a virus. Violence begets violence, and 'the harsh law of the jungle of virtual life. What these beautiful reports on Spain, right? Just a theme.

Videos: in the car listening to Benidorm Capossela

Tuesday, July 17, 2001 Saturday night, 10:45 am Hotel Villa Venecia.

Alberto is doing the night at the Hotel and as I go I says:
- "What are you doing tonight, go to" marcha "(party)?
I had been thinking all day that it was time I started out a little. '
- "Let's see if the girl and 'at home and want to get out ...".
I say goodbye and I walk towards the "coche" (car) thinking that summer, and 'here and is also likely to go without my realizing what is the famous "nightlife" Spanish.
When I get home there 'Ana. The first thing I say and ': - "I go to Altea tonight, will you come?"
- "Yes ... yes', we go by," I reply.
As I prepare to call the guy and change the plans. We go to Benidorm.
- "Why 'do not go to Penelope Beach?" I ask.
It 'a place that I have seen several times and I wanted to go.
In Benidorm try parking and walking among people with bottles and glasses in hand go to the bar of Rafa.
Them 'there' with his friend Susana Pepper, a guy who has traveled and lived annuity. It 'nice but a little' drunk, I look and I see the risk of life annuity. You relax.
Become 'too so if I were able to bring to fruition my plans? After a beer we decided to go to Penelope, Pepe is not, Rafa and I find I work with two chique in the street, walking toward Penelope.
I do not miss the photo to which the two lend themselves willingly and I present to you for free right here.
Let's see the nightlife. We enter the room greeted by a nice soft music altogether as the Cubist blonde with silicone tits I do the mistake of forgetting that in vertical film mpg files do not know how can I run with the photos.
Let's go get a beer, that of the ford. Now I'm still here ', I will after this beer' in half 'way, I know already.' Let's go to the center of the runway, Ana and Susana start dancing and wiggling a little 'too.

But I simp King's watchful eye to capture some images.

After two minutes we move to the tables.
- "We sit down already? '" I ask.
No, and the fact 'that there is' a mirror and look like when he dances with Ana. Reminiscences from school of Flamenco.
I sit down to drink the beer. I steal pictures and sounds.
Pretending to photograph my escorts inflated now virtually immortal and transportation of hundreds of Italian screens Scandinavian looking blonde sitting a few feet from me. Beautiful. The glass and 'empty Ana collects the money and goes to get another Cerveza (beer), the other shore.
My brain starts to think. Strange reasoning. Globalization ... even McDonalds' so globalized as a disco. A Cubist with jaw Schwarzenegger wears a cowboy hat and as a cow. Madonna. New York City. One day he and 'wake up (you or your sales staff) with this idea and decided the fate of summer heads of millions of young people covered following the brilliant idea of ​​a hat from Far West. Not to mention the millions of cows skinned. Want to see where does the mad cow?! The fashion.
The music, the same all over the world. From Sydney to Jakarta, from Bangkok to Signoressa of Treviso. The colored glasses seventies who now lead the models. I look around, glanced at the third beer now in the middle ', and I try to express the concept in Castilian. No luck.
Ana and Susana leave to their riders. I am nailed to the chair.
- "Watch out for wolves," says Susana leave. The wolves ...
The position and 'good to watch and alcohol in my body eliminates the problem of feeling stupid when you are' in the disco alone.
So far I have seen two girls dancing in front of me and I still have a halo of pimps. I see athletic body, nice clothes. Strength, efficiency, wealth. Fascist? The disco and 'fascist? There are rarely the handicapped. The weak out. Who has the money he dresses well and comes with a big car. The poor out. The look and 'standardized. The different outside. Fascist? I do not know, tear down 'beer and decide to leave, now he's a halo' round.
The new entrants are beginning to wonder who will be 'that guy with the camera only? I go out on the beach, hundreds of people. I do some 'photos. Then I go to find the Hotel Albert. As I knock on the door to great lengths to not seem drunk, but he already understands' through the thick glass of that are. Within, I show him some pictures and home video, go to the bathroom, steal nocipesca excellent in the restaurant and I leave.
Out there 'Paco, hotel receptionist at night in front of passionate history of the Second World War.
I show him some pictures while the three chicks sitting on the bench watching us. They want to see them too. I sit among them and I continue to rally around. I feel the warmth of their thighs close to mine. Alcohol enhances the senses. The camera and 'was a good investment. Let's talk more 'and that. They are of a pueblo (village) near Madrid, and are waiting for a cab (taxi) to go to disk. These are the 5 in the morning.
- "Will you come?" The night life and I think the Olympics are a bit 'out of practice. In addition 'I ran out of money. 2000 pesetas, 24,000 Lira, two days I could live in Asia. No, thanks.
My desire for more 'big at that time are the thighs of the girls but the strong legs of my bed holding up a soft mattress in the pueblo of Heidi Finestrat. I crawl towards the coche (car) and step in front of a pizzeria. I eat a good steak, good.
Arrival to the coche and find Ana with Rafa. Photos in the night, very sweet.
- "It 'dangerous to drive a little' tipsy?" They understand the question and I suggest the way to avoid the police.
I think that with luck I'll figure haunt 'the policeman who caught me a few years ago Warsaw, on holiday in Benidorm. I climbed in Finestrat, are six in the morning. End of nightlife, head start of two days of fart. The next time Dürer 'more'. It 'a matter of training.