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I Don’t Have to Live like a Refugee

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After having successfully surpassed phases one and two of the renewal process for my Spanish Residence and Work Permit, I finally completed the last phase today. The past two weeks have all been in the upper 60ºs F, but yesterday and today the temperatures fell by about 15ºs. This worried me and prepared for the worst — another interminable and unbearable wait in the long lines of the police station in Aluche in the cold. Although it was cold, it was a perfect sunny day, and I hoped this was a positive sign.

I boarded the metro and 50 minutes later, I arrived in Aluche. I then walked about 600 meters to the abandoned hospital that now serves as the police station for immigration. (In Spain, immigration and naturalization fall under the jurisdiction of the police, as opposed to, say, the INS in the U.S.). There were two long lines, one for giving fingerprints and turning in documents, and the other for general inquiries. I ignored both lines and went straight to the gates to speak with the police officer on duty. I asked, “for picking up a renewed permit?” And she said those magic words, “go right in”. That meant, no lines, BABY!

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The United States of Whatever

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Last Saturday, my Bro and I partook in Safe Democracy’s International Conference, Three Years after March 11: Regional Challenges for a Globalizing World. I was part of a round table discussing immigration in Europe and my Bro was on the one discussing Africa. Afterwords, my Bro and I reflected on some of the “cultural” differences we noticed between the United States’ worldview and that of the mainly European and Latin American experts present at the event.

My Bro mentioned two. First, in a similar conference in the U.S., a significant majority of those present would have been female; and second, that people were much more left-wing than he would have imagined (and he is VERY left wing). Here are my general impressions: Continue reading

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Please don’t bring me flowers anymore

Van Gogh: Flower Beds in Holland

As I mentioned last year, the increase in diesel consumption in Europe (and in particular in Madrid) is having an increasingly severe effect on those who suffer from pollen related allergies. In general, Europeans love diesel because it is more cost efficient and emits less of the greenhouse gases that cause climate change. Nevertheless, diesel makes people like me suffer even worse from allergies.

One of the reasons I enjoy living in Madrid is precisely to escape from my spring time allergies in Washington, DC. Although Madrid is less populated by flowers and tress than my home town, each year in Madrid my pollen refuge is becoming more and more vulnerable. And for the last two days, I have been suffering horrible headaches and exhaustion, and have noticed that the pollen counts are way up. Could allergies be the cause? So if you have any compassion, think twice about diesel and please listen to the following:

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Mis Problemas con las Mujeres

La primera vez que vine a España fue en el verano de 1988. Mis tíos vivían en Madrid y vine a pasar tres semanas con ellos. Mi español era muy pero muy limitado y quizás lo único que sabía yo de esta ciudad era el Real Madrid. A partir de ese verano ya todo es historia. Ahora me considero, con toda la modestia, bastante conocedor de este país y de su cultura, aunque sigo sin compaginar del todo bien con todas las sutilezas comunicativas de las mujeres indígenas de este lugar.

En aquella época en España solamente tenían dos canales de televisión. Recuerdo que por las tardes echaban los primeros episodios de “Fama”, cosa que parecía bastante extraño, ya que en EEUU fue una serie popular a principios de los 80s y en 1988 ya se consideraba bastante hortera.

En fin, un día vi en un programa de televisión a un tío de dos metros que parecía una mezcla de Elvis, mod y punk que cantaba en una voz súper nasal. Me pareció muy curioso. Y ese tipo fue Loquillo.

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Zapatero, Judicial Independence and a Lack of a Clear Separation of Powers in Spanish Politics

Botero: The Rape of Europe

As a U.S. trained lawyer living in Spain and following Spanish politics, I am often frustrated by Spain’s political debates and constitutional system. In the US, there is a very clear cut definition of the roles of each of the three branches of government and a richly defined and well conceived division of powers amongst each. In the US, we are quite proud of our system of checks and balances, whereby each branch of government is allotted certain, separate and distinct powers with counter-balancing powers alloted to the other branches. This concept is known as the Balance of Powers.

In recent weeks, though, a debate in Spain has risen as to whether politicians should critique the decisions of judges. In other words, whether the Executive or Legislative Branches have the right to criticize the Judiciary Branch and whether, if so, politicians are in fact questioning the very independence of the Judicial Branch. This entire debate has come about due to certain judicial decisions (and pending decisions) with respect to members of ETA. PSOE, the ruling political party, has denounced the PP, the opposition party, for second guessing judges. Although, in my mind, PSOE is only arguing for total deference to judicial independence to keep from getting its own feet wet, PSOE is completely mistaken in it logic because of the very nature of the Spanish constitutional system which is actually in need of either restructuring or greater Executive, and Legislative oversight. Allow me to explain:

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Defensa Curiosa

Acabo de leer este artículo curioso (a continuación) donde un acusado de violación alegó en su defensa que violó a su primo por confundirle con su novia.

Ahora me preocupa que la gente puede usar defensas parecidas con el router WiFi La Fonera, que es fácil de instalar (casi plug and play), y con ello compartes un poco y ganas mucho. Los manueles de instrucciones son muy buenos y los insoportables de Soporte ayudan mucho con cualquier dificultad. ¿Pero confundir el primo con la novia? Esto nos va a exigir publicar una nueva lista de precauciones de seguridad y de responsabilidades civiles y penales. Que nadie se equivoque de puerto al instalar La Fonera.
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My name is Iñigo Montoya

Have you ever seen The Princess Bride? This is a pretty funny movie that first came out back in 1987. There are a couple of hysterical and memorable lines including the repetition of the sentence, “My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die.”

Strangely enough, on my way home from work this evening, I walked past a day care center where two kids jumped out into the street play fighting with swords made from balloons. One of them stopped suddenly, looked at the other one in the face, and said in Spanish, “Me llamo Iñigo Montoya, mataste a mi padre, preparate para morir.” I thought this was just too much. It is nice to see that something that made me laugh 20 years ago in a different contintent is making kids laugh today here in Spain.

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Member of a huddled mass


Two weeks ago, I took part in phase one of renewing my Residence and Work Permit in Spain. The first phase was comprised of filing a request for renewal which I was able to complete in Alcobendas in only 2 hours. Today, I completed the second phase which required me to file paperwork and get fingerprinted. This took me to Aluche in south western Madrid about 45 minutes away from my apartment on the metro. Maybe it was fate, but today was the coldest day so far this year in Madrid, and I waited in line for 3.5 hours outside (and in the shade). By about 1:30pm, I was getting a bit nervous because I was about the third in line to go into the building when it looked like they weren’t going to allow anyone else proceed until after their 2 hour lunch break. That would mean that I would have to wait an additional 2 hours in the cold. Thankfully, I was allowed to enter and was the last person to get fingerprinted before the lunch break.

Now I only have to wait 40 days to return again to Aluche to retrieve my new Residency Card. Yeah!!! This is valid for 2 more years, and then I get to start all over again.

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Cultural Protectionist Fascism

You got to be kidding me!!! How ridiculous is it that someone is denied the right to citizenship because a country does not accept an individual’s right to have their own name? I just read this Reuters news release on how the Spanish government has rejected a Colombian woman’s citizenship application because her first name “Darling” is unacceptable. I could understand rejecting one’s application for a name change to a vulgar word or term. The Spanish law permits rejecting names that may cause a person to be “exposed to ridicule or do not clearly indicate gender.” But “Darling”? Come on, in Spain it is very common for males to have the name “Jesus” or for women to have the names of females saints but, after dropping the “María”, are of the masucline gender such as “Pilar”, “Rocío” or “Camino”. Women can also go by (as translated into English) “Immaculate Conception”, “Ascencion”, “Incarnation”, “Sea”, “Solitude”, “Suns”, or “Miracles”. How about the fact that “Angel” is a common male name? Come on!!!!!

This is pure cultural fascism, where certain names are accepted while others are rejected because they are foreign sounding and not common. There really isn’t much difference in the name “Darling” and “Hope” (the name of the President of the Community of Madrid). You don’t need to look around much in the US to see that the US government could never restrict people’s right to give their children names derived from their own cultural traditions or variations thereof, or simply as expressions of their own creativity — like it or not.

Darling wasn’t even asking for a name change, just this simple request that the name given to her at birth be respected by the Spanish authorities. What message does this send to any foreigner arriving on the shores of Spain? Where is ZP’s Alliance of Civilizations? Or is this as the Spaniards say, “moros en la costa”?

Ironically, I have just recently written a post in Spanish on how the radical Islamists are not the only ones who are dividing the world with their fanatic fundamentalism. This is a great example that proves my point that in the West we are doing the same thing but in a much more subtle way.

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Who cares about the pot when our image has melted away?

Berga and Cobra’s roomate, Edu (a bit of a leftest poser because he owns a Playstation) is a writer for the Spanish TV show El Intermedio on La Sexta. This show does something that no TV station would ever allow in the US. During each episode it runs a 20 second clip beginning with President Bush’s May 1, 2003 speech proclaiming victory and the end of combat operations in Iraq. It then lists the number of civilian deaths on that particular day in Iraq.

Although I find Spanish news to be incredibly politically biased and unfairly anti-American, US journalism and television are simply too self-censuring. The press is either afraid to tell the truth or believes that the American people are too reality adverse. In any event, irrespective of what the US media should or should not publish, this video highlights the grave harm Bush, his policies, and the war in Iraq have done to the image of the US in the world. Fortunately for him, the great majority of Americans are not living abroad and don’t have to witness how our nation has fallen into ill repute in practically every corner of the globe. For the few of us who are out there, we have to degrade ourselves by pretending to be Canadians just to get laid.

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