few blank looks from Barcelona Searching In a previous post talked about how the sub-city-those who walk many people as we tucked into the metro-is transformed to the extent proceeds travel. Today I want to refer to the reverse journey and have to blow possibly unconnected images and reflections, the blank looks that inspire me this piece of city.
right outside my office is a building whose facade is of a type of glass during the day
prevents inward look but when it starts to get dark, the hours in which people supposedly stops working - and the lights of each cubicle, privacy is completely lost and you can see the gestures of people or meetings that are being made at the time. When the nights pass in front of this building, I like to think of it as a honeycomb-both for its honey-colored cubicles as its geometry, which is closed during the day and night, like a Big Brother can be seen without restriction on what happens inside.
I get to the corner and look Bicing stop, a bike rental system that on paper is ideal for a city like Barcelona, \u200b\u200bbut in my reality a lost opportunity. Took about four months without access to this service because the stations are always empty.
This can be evidence of its success or demonstration of the lack of foresight. It all depends. As I have no illusions in the hope you get a bicycle, I walk and drive through a very large park. I think of the fortune they have children around the park, because in the middle of Barcelona have a space like this is a privilege. However, while I think about it, I see a sign saying that there is forbidden to play
with the ball, use bicycles or walk on the lawn. It seems that was prohibited
everything that makes a child and it scares me to think that with so many rules we are creating good citizens rather than small children simply nothing more or less children. In the corner of the park is a newsstand and I stop my correspondent for "uninformed" reading only the headlines. Leo Henry, the famous French player of Barcelona, \u200b\u200bsaid that "Catalonia is not Spain and that has to feel it" and understand the joy of those who have taken as their slogan of political struggle this difference: famous alien had understood his position. Good for them. But I can not help wondering if perhaps I had not said the same of another region where, for mainly economic reasons, was playing.
I think all the sites are so radically different from the others, that to know is to sit down, and vice versa. Sometimes I get the impression that for some people to be Catalan is just be a fan of Barcelona, \u200b\u200bCatalunya want independence and have the sole language of Catalan.
However, I am increasingly convinced that this is just a way to be Catalan and possibly a way that leaves out many other things that can be as valuable or even more. Next to Henry's headline, I read in big yellow letters on red background-are-not who asked his son to do paternity testing, believing that the son of his daughter, ie his own grandson, not his. In another journal I see that the couple took the tests and, yes, but a son is his; end of history: grandmother and child happy, mother's ex-suspect. Besides these two stories I hear, yet again, that one member of the Catalan government disagrees with the other two (the current government is formed by a coalition of three parties: a separatist, an ecologist and a socialist) .
Perhaps this is one of those cases where democracy and tolerance do not mean to rule together with different parties, but simply as different parties attempt to preserve their share of power at all costs. Finally, I leave the newsstand and I head to the city's most curious of my journey: in the corner there is a real estate agency specializing in luxury homes, then an Italian restaurant and a clothing store and then extreme sports a brothel.
Yes, just as if nothing, a brothel in the middle of a residential and living with shops of all kinds. 
Nothing to do with these degraded areas of the city with which I have always associated this activity. But it is the exception, a distance of 80 meters there are two brothels "normal" one design and another for homosexuals, a total of four brothels living with stores of "life" and houses of ordinary families. These places, brothels are so integrated into commercial and residential network, more than once I saw how the Chinese restaurant down the street there comes a group of prostitutes to keep their working hours while some children bring their parents to a nursing home which is next door to one of these locations, or while coming from school children accompanied by their nanny. This diversity has allowed me to walk a few meters with some of the workers at these sites, eavesdropping conversations and even smell the perfumes they use.
Just after residential and commercial area, there is a street where there are many offices and teeming with the Audi, Mercedes and Porsche late model. Although I am not very fond of this theme, it makes me curious to see inside these cars. Weird things always see: the
board design, the number of buttons now has the handle or the size of the chairs. One day, at about 4 pm I saw that in a late-model Peugeot were two well dressed men talking, and gestures, showing each other something they had in their hands. As he passed them and noticing his hands I saw in a quick and absolutely desperate gesture, one of them, who was best dressed, was disappearing under his nose two lines of white powder that was very well aligned on your iPod .
No comments. From this point to my bus stop, everything is less strange, or at least after seven years so it seems: the streets are clean and mostly adapted for the blind, disabled or indirectly, to parents who go with their baby strollers along the platforms, people respect the pedestrian crossing and cars the traffic lights at the bus stop, and although there is no bus, we all queue waiting to arrive, without having to worry about if someone comes to steal.
While I wait patiently for the bus leaves on time, I'm glad I'm in a city of its size and diversity seems to be made to be walked, and by its diversity, to be enjoyed.
Plato argued that human beings have three main engines on the choices we make: I, Reason and Thymos. The first two make society progress as they are the basis on which inventions are born and improves quality of life. While thymos is the need for social recognition, personal, economic, but above all personal recognition. 
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