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Vallecas

K. me by e-mail says: "Bring the camera," I do not know as well I dare not answer: "I've lost, but I have the phone." Took a year taking pictures with the phone for anything, I know not pass to your computer. "With cable," he said. "I have no cable." "With bluetooth." I shrug: I'm too lazy to get to find out if my phone has bluetooth, and I end up deleting the files. I assume that technology has to be similar to mentalism, when not responding to my grid scheme, ignore it and fuck me. There spite and revenge in my attitude towards the equipment, which is absurd, but think of the pleasure given to kick a door handle stuck behind us in the elbow.

Las primeras impresiones de una ciudad son imborrables. Entrando por la A-3, carretera que fue mi pista de aterrizaje en la urbe, se pasa por Vallecas, y de ese paisaje procede  mi sensación ladrillista y monstruosa de Madrid, la impresión de que los edificios son apisonadoras y han sido levantados obsesivamente, cuidando de impregnar con el ladrillo los parques, los transeúntes y el aire. Luego una investiga y resulta que las moles sí fueron levantadas con enfermizo ánimo de lucro cuando el urbanismo, a partir de los años 50, comenzó a ser el forraje de las empresas private, which until recently have been enriching themselves by building real shit, as we all know. Sorry, yes, in some parts of Vallecas is very noticeable, and the first day of my stay here when my father brought me into his Volkswagen Passat and we lost by the M-40, my first thought is that the Madrid everything was dry, and crushed the buildings you and that summer was still scorching, but we were in a rare autumn and melted asphalt to land. Someone had let loose machines.

Cojo line 1. In the previous trip Manolo, or maybe it was Esther, told me that this line going through the poor areas, both the center and the periphery. It's true: in line 1 is always more immigrants, and it is difficult to find a seat.

I stayed with K. in the subway exit Vallecas Bridge. It is the second time I see it. We want to get to the center of old town, loitering in the vicinity of the Avenue de la Albufera, which must be coupled with Alcala, one of the longest routes Madrid . Taking the first road on the right going to stop at a shopping area with a market where photos do not do it yet I have not dared to tell K. that I forgot the camera, and I will have to give something. The market is facing a boulevard that recalls the typical walk from the center of the larger towns, although banks are not grandparents, but drug addicts or crazy. Maybe both. I say we are crazy to do drugs, and K. heroin that they have reached the brain. His hypothesis is more reasonable than mine. K. is the man who writes this blog , and in an old post called Urban, today is K. because it has become more routine, and that is the initial of his name. K. knows a lot about certain neighborhoods. Vallecas, he says, research has been done, what we have are memories of adolescence and youth. For him it was Vallecas quinqui and drugs. The most crappy. In his day looked much K. quinqui film, because for a kid offenders represented a heroic challenge to authority.

we turn in the market for vegetables. K. wants us to fish. When we fish, we look not knowing what to do. We went out and we get a tiny street, and you dare tell me I have no camera, and if I can take pictures with it. We stopped in a neighborhood where some areas are closed, "That's because it has There were problems between neighbors, "he says. I do not know what kind of problems is, or what street we are. I rip and I can hardly speak.

We ran into the park Azorín. From here there are good views of Madrid. We went back to the Avenue Albufeira, which generally looks like this:

My intention is to raise a kind of barren hill I remember that strange rose from the window of a taxi the last time I was here, at the time convinced me that it was the Cerro del Tío Pío, but the hill is long before the center of town. In fact, when asked by him to an old man, he says, "We are on the Cerro del Tío Pío. Nothing peeled around us, although an overview, faded by the gray day:

There is also a fire station where tempers are running high:

Do not point at all. Is K. who has taken the trouble to find out where we've been. I have no idea how he has done. The fact is that across the Cerro del Tío Pío wild bricks begins, and each time forced to K. to stop to ask the same question: "And this building, what time is it? ". He knows more or less, and if not, ask a neighbor. I think I said that homes that hit below (colony of Los Alamos, Avenue Pablo Neruda ) are constructions of the 50 or 60. It is cheap and badly damaged buildings:

In the same avenue
find this mole eighties, that reminds me of a prison:

also found this, I do not know if 80 or 90 seems castiza version of Soviet model of building a banlieue :

The builders said in that avenue had no limits, although we must differentiate between what was raised during the 50 and 70, the result of pure speculation and hard (which in neighborhoods meant Vallecas poorly equipped housing, as they were intended for the lower classes), and the buildings that rose in the late 80's and early 90's according to a plan of Madrid Housing Institute who tried to solve , among other things, the problem of the quality of the floors.

I do not know if these unusual shopping centers belong to the plan:

IVIMA

The plan was an alternative to cottages self-construction of the immigrants who arrived in the capital in the 50 from the field, houses were degraded as a result of drugs and crime. Copy of here (article María Carmen García-Nieto Paris, the Universidad Complutense de Madrid; seminar oral sources): "The immigrant population found shelter under its purchasing power, so far from seeing the central points of the city. The characteristics of some of the settlements which were concentrating coincide with those in the area of \u200b\u200bVallecas and especially at the core of Palomera. Urban growth was occurring in connection with illegal subdivisions in remote areas, which involved the illegal conversion of agricultural land in urban and led to the emergence of self migrant neighborhoods. Emerged and new neighborhoods in traditional housing projects, all born, as is the case with Palomera, under the stigma of marginality: self, lack of licenses, material poverty. The attitude of local authorities, extremely forgiving and respectful of the interests of estate agents, allowing the growth of slums and 'legalization' of buildings through various irregular procedures, among which are the fines that, once satisfied, avoided the self-constructed housing demolition. This business, besides being an important source of income for owners and brokers, was in turn an indirect way of valuing the land, after some time, received the status of urban, this entailed the development of new solar gains in held in reserve, or acquired for speculative purposes, also revalued the land that separated the neighborhood of the city. "Charo tells me that the eradication of shanty towns in Palomeras was also" rehabilitation as made big in Europe so far, although that was achieved dignity in self-built housing. "Charo says that" in the fifth race, with Fabio a baby, worked as a pollster for the renovation work in New Palomeras. So, I just got in the flats occupied by Roma families and from Palomeras payas Low. That was a mess. Still scary parts, now imagine more standardized (street Rafael Alberti and there). There were gypsies before answering the DNI asked me and wanted to make sure I was not police. WC had been removed from floors, and finally, much more. Until recently I know that there have been signs in doorways forbidding throwing garbage out the windows. Our friend, Javier, spent his childhood in Palomeras Moves, where they had a great house, I know his parents wept to leave, and his mother, a woman fighter (they were a people of Jaén) spoke personally with the minister at the time and soon to give her a flat in Rafael Alberti, Javier where he lived for several years, until he had to sell it in the 90 (there were still problems of coexistence neighborhood). We lived in the street León Felipe, Rafael and Javier in Alberti. Felipe León floors, which we premiered (the big and beautiful floor that I've had), they were not remodeling, but the new ones, on the other side of Albufeira, yes, everybody. And by the way, were very good. "

Palomeras Park now passes through a ring cyclist:

cross the M- 40:

appears false Cerro del Tío Pío, which I do not know what it is, and that the image is barely noticeable:

K., whose blog is widely visited, I said that recently a woman approached him to see if I could help with Barajas street where his father had lived. Had scoured the area and the street did not exist. K. said that when the villages around Madrid joined the town had to rename the streets, as it had, for example, a main street. The woman was satisfied with the explanation.

As we approach the village, we talk about horror movies. K. has fond lately, I say that I liked as a child and I was alone at home. I was morbid to be scared. Now, however, I can not even see the Fourth Millennium. Then I can not sleep.

The next step when you have been talking about horror films and programs about haunted houses is to ask if you believe in spirits. I reserve my response. I think we were already here:

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appeared after the first, and perhaps unique, houses:

Vallecas

people's appearance is very different Palomeras zone. The buildings are low rise, and I do not mind living here if I had work nearby, and friends that go down to the bar: