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Caño Roto and New Carabanchel

was 10 years old and my grandfather gave me three hundred pesetas. With that spent hours in strollers shock. It was August, my grandmother threw me a half can of colony S-3 in my hair and the bristles knelt to draw a hard line still very perfect, I had a set of shirt and trousers green with yellow fruit had to be bananas and lemons, and another set of shorts and white striped purple with a picture of a smiling redhead. They were my favorite sets. There was more, but I did not like, and 88 in a town of Andalusia did not need a new outfit for each day of the week. And even less as a child: could throw you two months by putting green all the even days and the odd purple stripes without fear of any little bitch you look bad because they did the same (those of my school concluded in Valencia, however, they could get to watch you very bad). Nor did anyone need to watch over you when you came out into the street in the morning you took the bike and I went where I wanted, and in the afternoon, with money from the grandfather or godfather, I'll buy sweets and you get together with other children, and did what you wanted, essentially desgañitarte run and no one around to tell you no, and that already had plenty of cars, and Gangs of 14 years who spent the summer cool with the and a shit bike atropellarte. A strange synchronicity in which nobody believes has made to arrive safely to adulthood. But what was, with three hundred peel my grandfather gave me for the show, and after I combed my grandmother, came running down the street and planted in the bumper cars, ready to go there the next four hours. When I spent all the money you my cousin balls to invite me, or came home to scratch twenty dollars more. Always happening, in that order, before a raffle with dolls Shoshone, a machine that drove a man and you read the future if their hand (I put it once, and only remember his prediction that I would become succubus, word had not ever heard) and a mobile sales van where you could buy nougat, coconut balls, anise and almonds. Sometimes in the raffle were made Chicane in the machine at Los Chunguitos and nougat to Los Chorbos, sometimes those who were Los Chorbos sounded in the raffle and the machine's Chungking and nougat, and others were Los Calis mambo kings. And so. I already had my favorite songs, which of course coincided with the most commonly heard. Something that did not sound twenty times over those four hours had no chance of liking. My summer hits were Heroin and A white dove .

When we announced that we want to see Caño Roto, Manolo tells us that "there is a group of these style of Chungking. I think Chicane." No, Marisa? ". Marisa is not safe, though she is in the neighborhood. I've fallen in Carpetana, and go with Esther, who always wants to see a building when it comes to Madrid because, as I said in previous post, she is an architect and urban planner character apart from this blog, and argues that here , there are things very interesting. A couple of days before he went to Sanchinarro and finished walking down the slope of the M-30. A peripheral excursion, of which we like. The buildings constructed between ring roads and railroad tracks, for example, many nursing homes for old can not escape, even if I do not remember what Esther was looking for a nursing home. Took this picture when he managed to find a bridge:

The Chorbos, which have two discs that include Caño Roto in the title, was more aristocratic than Los Chunguitos (from Vallecas) or Los Calis (del Pozo del Tio Raimundo). They fused flamenco and rock, and the result according to Wikipedia is called urban pop. I here the song that was heard through the speakers of the raffle of my people

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6cgsRJQYNt0

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cream of the worst according to Marisa, whose adolescence was pure eighties in Carabanchel, were the Cerro de la Mica, the Minimum and Caño Roto. In the Cerro de la Mica shacks had until recently. A reaolojó Gypsies were in a red brick buildings are not bad, compared to the Green Wedge, the park that have been done on the old village, and I crossed to get from my house to Urgel Alto de Extremadura, because my ex boyfriend lived there. According to this blog , Caño Roto is a town run from when the mass migration from rural to city (year 50). To avoid substandard, workers are putting him to build their own homes. Those sent were the architects. The results are neat little houses that seem humble and worksite if it did not have two floors, and apparently also a patio, the houses form a tiny little streets with flower beds and neighbors old. Since there is nothing to suggest the byways in the eighties, but certainly more of a grandpa for the way out we lost a son, or have a few in jail.

around here in summer, take the chairs into the street and take the fresh, here it literally is true that Madrid is not more than sum of a lot of people. Almost all of La Mancha, Extremadura and Andalusia.

is Caño Roto formed only by self-built houses. There are also commercial buildings without bass, which stood apart:

Many of these buildings feature a pastel green or frog. We are putting lifts on the outside, on the facade.

Esther tells me that the self-built houses are problematic, since they impede the energy saving and invested a lot to adapt.

We ran into very small squares majas:

We're walking down the street Gallur. We headed for the third, a Cojonudos chalets that were built for the Legionnaires. When democracy came the expropriated. Are noon and drops a strange light, very white, coastal, and this photo seems taken in summer, but we're freezing:

Esther is the one carrying the camera and has made all the photos in this post (thank you, Esther). I'm going ahead with Manolo and Nicholas, who sleeps so pancho in Cart:

the end we get into the park San Isidro, and then at the cemetery (cemeteries talk another day.) Back on the road Carpetana, we passed the old racetrack, which was a girl Marisa bet for a greyhound, and where there are now soccer fields.

Next to the metro, Nicholas says goodbye to his balloon:

Objective number two: the New Carabanchel. Esther wants to see the bamboo house, which is awarded and all. I prepare to run into something similar to Sanchinarro streets instead of highways between the moles have housing. Ie: I prepare for I do not like, and to confirm the district said in this blog that in Madrid is no longer generated street, city, public space. However, I have to eat potatoes that claim. I do not know what the neighbors think, but the New Carabanchel, where housing units alternate with others that are not, like a neighborhood fixer. First, because Street was created as God intended, with its bars and shops and good places. And second, because it is now inviting tenders for public housing, which means that architects, to win, you have to heat the head and not repeat the same building model.

descended on the peseta. We are confident that we will eat in a restaurant that looks like Irish franchise recently opened or in a restaurant in the door of which reads: Established in 2005. Bingo: the street we came upon a symbiosis of both. Food is also part of syncretism: potatoes broken eggs are frozen, but the sausage known FETEN.

Esther tells me it is possible to guess the age of the architects for the materials they use. Brick is Purete own, those who are entering the crisis of the 40 use a "technical material? (Do not remember, Esther), which has made renewed tile industry. That results in constructions of this color:

Or these other, very cool:

• thirtysomething architects are even more daring with materials *:

I repeat that all this tells me Esther. When I read this transcript released is not exactly so, and again: "I hope you never see an anger me."

El barrio alterna este tipo de eficio de ¿material tecnológico? con otros ladrillistas que tampoco pintan mal. Los árboles de los parques están recortaditos, y hay solares como el que describe Vicenç Pagès Jordà en Los jugadores de whist , donde los niños, y seguro que también algún que otro mayor, se lo pasan en grande.

We are a school or something like that to poor, which has a garden like a miniature forest. Esther ensures that casting will not see the picture: sure they think they want to catch a Down. The repression produced an evil mind, he said Freud.

We reached the M-40:

Then we went running to the house of bamboo, which is at the other end of the neighborhood:

And that's all, folks.

* (Me chiva an anonymous colorful building architects have designed some 50 years: "The architects, professors at the School of Architecture in Madrid, Extreme Temperatures are the study. Here you have information on their age: http: / / www.amann-canovas-maruri.es/cv.html

As your page site is not updated, do not show pictures of the finished building, only original drawings and models. However, you can find them here: http://www.imagensubliminal.com/content/obra/viviendas-en-carabanchel-1 . "Thank you, anonymous.)