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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:

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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:

We reached the square of the village. We sat on a terrace, because the sun has risen. K. says: "How strange to be today Vallecas."

And here I leave, which is New Year's Eve and turkey on the table waiting for me. Happy

2011.

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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 2.0.1.0 2.0.1.1 Touching

"And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us" (John 1:14)

Christmas celebrates a birth that changed history and changed the culture, values, mode of living and thinking of an entire civilization is based on different ways on its foundation. So I would like to celebrate too, without messianism none, the desire for a digital birth, perhaps a new way of presenting fiction: those of earlier, now, the immediate future as well.

This reminds me today that if the creation of a history text is made as a labor and birth, which is held by a few close to the author, the editing is finished the same as the presentation of a child in the temple, to the reading public, which will support their reading and advertising history. Verb and made incarnate, he begins to dwell among us.

The publishing empire as we knew it, in its vast network of paper fell, but the digital edition stands today, tonight, and next year, or next decade, nestled on a bed of straw, under the light a shooting star, bright, somewhat uncertain but constant hidden in a humble manger inn not reach in many places, but of which everyone speaks and some wise and visit and geotag wearing gold few, incense others some myrrh. Sheep others that not all metals . I also have the Herod who want to stab the baby in the manger, and thus seem to want to destroy all newborn initiative a possible future that does not resemble any the past.

The story of the Nativity, moved from orality to writing papyrus and parchment, entered in the new format of -century codex, to printing at 42 lines per page Gutenberg vocal reading of the pulpit, the iconographic vision frames, altarpieces and paintings at film and television, the network networks, and will remain so for ever and ever .

Basically, the story of the Nativity, like any story or searches disclosed and belong to different generations of readers and spectators that happen and make it happen: that is now in the magnificent hybrid of media eagerly hypermedia Transmediatic, interactive, social and . The birth difficult and erratic digital edition emerges as a global desire and an opportunity to rethink the paradigm of our values, our fiction, and our way of sharing so many stories. Year 0.

why the following video of widespread viral these days is more than just a clever metaphor, and became the finding of a digital reality, also a way of seeing and understanding the story, of seeing ourselves reading the world The fiction that we are made. Editors take note doubters still good news.

will now great patriarchs, new book orders, heresies, persecutions, Judas and passions, sublime artistic expressions, inquisitions, and digital demonstrations as many virtual identities generate this nativity 2.0.1.1 But those who live for fiction, to revive their various forms, materials, presentations and possibilities is the best way to continually reborn in each of its echoes and their readings.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 2.0.1.0 2.0.1.1 (beta)

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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.)