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The Yacoubian Building

I look out my window and I see people huddled inside a bar, with others looking through its window. There are maybe 15 minutes left in the match, and Real Madrid is losing at home 0-1 to Mallorca. If they don’t score two goals, they lose the lead and hand the title over to Barcelona.

But instead of getting involved (I am weak hearted), I have decided to finish The Yacoubian Building by Alaa Al Aswany. I thoroughly enjoyed the story, but I must admit that if you are truly interested in modern Egypt, then you really must read the larger Cairo Triology by the great, late Naguib Mahfouz (or even Midaq Alley). Al Aswany’s story is really nothing more than putting Mahfouz’s triology into the present. Continue reading

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La Liga is Not Apt for the Weak Hearted

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With only two matches left until the end of the Spanish soccer league (La Liga), Real Madrid and FC Barcelona were tied in the overall standings with Sevilla trailing by only two points. Because of direct, head-to-head goal differential, Real Madrid was in first place. So, with only two matches left, no one could afford to lose or tie (unless everyone lost or tied).

Tonight, Real Madrid played Zaragoza in Zaragoza, and FC Barcelona played at home against El Real Deportivo Espanyol de Barcelona. Zaragoza also needed to win in order to assure its qualification for Europe. Furthermore, Zaragoza is full of ex-Real Madrid players (Cesar, Savio, Celades, Juanfran, and Diogo) and Gabi Milito (who had signed with Real Madrid but was then rejected last minute because of “medical reasons”), so the match was also personal. And obviously, FC Barcelona versus El Espanyol is an important inter-city rivalry.

In the US, people think that European football is boring, lacks emotion … Quite the contrary, tonight was a roller coaster, not apt for the weak hearted. Continue reading

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Rubalcaba, ni firme ni inteligente, solo comadreja

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Alfredo Pérez Rubalcaba quizás no admitirá jamás haber cometido graves errores en el caso De Juana Chaos. Pero no hace falta que lo haga, sus palabras anteriores las conocemos todos. A ver si el gran comadreja del PSOE, artífice de las negociaciones de “paz”, será suficiente listillo esta vez. Seguro que sí. Ya está montando la ofensiva al PP por su propio fracaso y por haberse quedado en ridículo ante los terroristas totalitarios.

A ver si entendemos mejor la lógica del señor Rubalcaba quien en marzo reconoció haber tomado la decisión “personalmente” “tras una larga reflexión” de dejarle a De Juana Chaos fuera de la carcel porque “a diferencia de los terroristas, a nosotros sí nos importa la vida, es nuestra mayor legitimidad moral“. “El Estado debe aplicar la ley, ser humanitario, firme e inteligente“.

Sin embargo, ahora a Rubalcaba le dan igual los motivos humanitarios (porque nunca los hubo), “De Juana no será trasladado a su domicilio cualquiera que sea el dictamen médico que nos proporcionen, quiero que quede absolutamente claro.” Entonces ¿a qué se basa para tomar decisiones firmes e inteligentes? Continue reading

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El Inicio del Comienzo del Fin de los Principios

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Si hace más o menos un año y pico Zapatero declaró que España estaba ante el incio del principio del fin del terrorismo de ETA y si ahora hemos llegado al fin de la tregua, tengo una pregunta: ¿cúando fue el inicio del principio del fin del Alto el Fuego? ¿Fue en la Terminal 4? ¿O nunca se inició el comienzo del prinicipio del fin?

¿Dónde estuvo el sentido común todo este tiempo? ¿Cuándo fue el inicio del comienzo del fin de los principios?

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The Vicious Cycle of a Mama’s Boy Society

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On Saturday morning I awoke to find that my new Nokia phone was not working. When something breaks in Spain, it is a huge hassle to get it fixed. Just to inquire about getting it fixed, I had to take part of the morning off in Madrid on Monday to go to the MoviStar (cell phone operator) store (it doesn’t open until 10:00am). When I finally spoke to the MoviStar agent, he told me that my warranty was only valid for 10 days at the store, but that I could go to the Nokia customer representative a few blocks away where my warranty would be valid for two years.

When the afternoon came around, I left work early at 7:00pm to be able to arrive by 8:00pm at the Nokia shop before it closed. When I arrived, there was another MoviStar agent who told me that the Nokia reps only work from 11:00am-2:00pm and then from 4:00pm-7:00pm. I was furious to say the least, and asked whether only people without jobs qualified for Nokia’s customer services.

Then I remember that this was all part of a much bigger problem: a vicious cycle of a Mama’s Boy society that makes getting anything done almost impossible. Strangely enough, what we call a Mama’s Boy in English, in Spain they call a Papa’s Boy (because he lives off daddy’s salary, even if his body is running on mama’s cooking). Allow me to explain: Continue reading

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Everything But You

It’s Sunday, May 6th, and after taking a long paseo in Madrid, I arrived back at my apartment. There is nothing in the frig, the dishes are dirty, the bed is unmade, and the house is a bit messy. But, I don’t care. It is Sunday and sunny. This is the view from Inside My Window to “Evertying But You”, once again from the album The Original Ellington Suite by the Chico Hamilton Quintet with Eric Dolphy.

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A View From My Window

The other day I took a lovely paseo to the chamber Jazz of the Chico Hamilton Quientet with Eric Dolphy’s The Original Ellington Suite. This morning, May 5, 2007, at 11:00 am, I decided to film the quiet morning from my window in the Madrid neigbhorhood of Chamberí to “In a Mellowtone” from the same album.

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Individual vs. Collective Violence

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Last night in Madrid, police and young Madrileños clashed in the Madrid neighborhood of Malasaña. A few years ago, the city prohibited what is known as botellón, or the public consumption of alcohol. The practice of botellón is very common amongst teenagers who prefer to gather in parks and plazas to drink alcohol instead of paying for their drinks in bars. In any event, May 1st and May 2nd are holidays in Madrid and the main plaza in Malasaña is called the Plaza Dos de Mayo (in honor of Madrid’s resistence to Napoleon) and in recent years has a been favorite botellón spot. Thus to celebrate the holiday and to resist what they must perceive as as an assault on their inalienable right to public drinking, the youngters defied the law and the police attempted to stop them. All in all, some 100 people (about 50% of them police) were injured.

This is not the first time the police and youth have battled it out over the right to botellón. What I find interesting is that individually, people in Europe (especially in Spain) are generally not violent, but in groups they are. This was also seen last night in similar, yet unrelated, protests in Berlin. Europeans are also violent when supporting their soccer teams. On the other hand, in the US people do not tend to protest violently or in support of their professional teams. Individuals are dangerous, not the masses. Add to that guns and dark streets and the fact that crowds are always more predictable than individuals, and the US becomes a scary place. Meanwhile, Madrid is incredibly safe, even when walking alone late at night. There are no guns. But, put a bunch of people together and a seemingly absurd political cause, and you have a small riot on hand. We often see images of police brutality at a traffic stop in the States, but never the police clashing with a crowd. The opposite occurs in Europe.

In the US there is individual violence. In Europe there is collective violence.

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Neta and Crespells

 

Last night when I entered my apartment, I found to my great surprise that there was a gift-wrapped box waiting for me on the table. My friend Manolo happened to be in Madrid just for the day, and, having keys to my apartment, entered and left the box on the table. The timing couldn’t have been better nor could be my intuition. I had just finished on Saturday morning my last shipment from home of Nutter Butter cookies, my personal favorite.

So when I saw the box, knowing that Easter had just passed, I hoped for the best. I opened the box and what did I find? Crespells! Homemade by Neta the matriarch of sa meua famili mallorquina. Crespells are traditional Mallorcan Easter cookies. Neta always cuts them in the shape of roosters (her favorite animal), Mallorcan peasant girls, and the traditional Star of David (Mallorca has a long Jewish history). Of course, I went straight for the Mallorcan peasant girls. It is so nice to have friends who think of me and treat me with such warmth and kindness. I really don’t deserve it, especially after having eaten all of the evidence.

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Made it through the rain

 

It’s been raining almost everywhere in Spain during this Easter week. So far, though, I have made it through the rain, and I’m in Asturias where it is generally rainy and cold. Today, it was another nice day, and I went to visit Diego C.’s (el Fichaje) home town Gijón.

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