Am I really in Europe?
Nights like this I wonder what the hell am I doing in Spain. Why am I so far from my family? Why am I in a place where it is so difficult to feel understood? I ask this last question as if it weren't just as difficult in any other place. Still, I really get frustrated with living here. The Spanish are not cosmopolitan; most don't give a shit about your foreign culture, your different points of view, your completely distinct experience of life. In this sense I see the repellent underbelly of a culture as communal as this one. It's like in Brazil, where they have no point of reference for your foreignness, where the harmony of homogeneity reigns.
It doesn't help that I just met a fucking cool guy who is from Madrid but lives in London. He is the most interesting person I've come across in a long time - he's been taking time out of visits with family and friends to lick my armpits.
I love the sun-drenched plazas of Madrid. I love the endless nightlife and complete lack of pretension in the Spanish character. But the bad haircuts and jokes about being in Africa aren't funny anymore. Hombre, they are too real on a night like this.
It doesn't help that I just met a fucking cool guy who is from Madrid but lives in London. He is the most interesting person I've come across in a long time - he's been taking time out of visits with family and friends to lick my armpits.
I love the sun-drenched plazas of Madrid. I love the endless nightlife and complete lack of pretension in the Spanish character. But the bad haircuts and jokes about being in Africa aren't funny anymore. Hombre, they are too real on a night like this.