this week was very nice.
all the days working with angelo and eating at his moms. one night we went to a pizzeria!
after a few days i got surprised how relaxed and calm angelo is managing this event, i was trying to get him a coffee, but of course he could see my obvious attempt right away.
but finally, the last morning before my flight back home, i could see nervousness, stress and biting fingernails when we made this illegal piece in-front of the city council and police station. too bad, i would have liked to enjoy this a bit more. but we had to hurry, run, finish, go, fast, faster, hop, pack the stuff, stop!!
like in spain before lunchtime...
music: caetano veloso / asa, asa
while climbing the carmel mountain inside barcelona villas and me were talking about the fact that many of our friends are getting babies right now.
why? is it because of the crisis? the depression, the free time? where are these babies coming from? is it prima vera, the god of beginning, who is distributing babies with her lovebirds allover the city?
As a good-bye present to Iguapop Gallery, which - like so many - is fading away from Barcelona, Boris built a cardboard church (graveyard) façade covering the Iguapop stall entrance (sorry again, Leticia). Here's a link to the gallery covering the whole story, which includes a meat feast and a bin-liner-clad A Team.
last saturday was feeling like the good old times. the sun burning your back, kids playing cricket, pakistani selling beer. the great final was the mariachis in a bolivian restaurant. what was the name again?