VISUAL UPDATE. My dear friend Kristian sent me my camera battery charger from finland. Thanks to Kricky´s efforts you can now enjoy some atmosphearical photography captured from the hoods of Malasana. I will enjoy the bottle of cheap wine i just bought from the super across the street.

SUPERSONG. The oficial song of the summer 2006 has been chosen. by me. independently. its not far from perfect with those catchy melodies, swinging beat and flecmatic and hazy oh-so-cool vocals. But what is the dot over i is surely those whistling parts! :D This is straight continuation to Walk Like an Egyptian, Patience, Wind of Change and other whistled classics! There is a psychological sub-level in these songs. Now of course for those who for some strange reason dont like whistling, believe me, as hard as it is, there are living that kind of creatures among us, me myself has been commented to shut up when whistling around some beautiful melodies, for those people i recommend keep on listening jean ludwig beethowen and his 5th simphony. Or wave and animal sounds from walkman to relax your stressed mind. and see, there will be a day in your future, just wait and see, when you´ll find yourself walking on the street, and, whistling. :D

The song is Young Folks by Peter, Bjorn and John - who are swedish of course - and you can download it from an other blog right here. of course stricly for educational purposes!

Enjoy, and whistle along!

KEBAB. Just had one. and you shitheads out there in the north, dont think you had one if you´re pupping in that shit they give you there! Im just saying that here you´ll get a quality döner kebab with 3 euros and its something different here! you´ve got a real greasy lamb meat stirring, warm and crispy pita bread, fresh tomatoes, onions, yogurt sauce, chili sauce and for extra 50 cents you get a fuckin good piece of a fresh feta cheese in it. its D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S, i just say you!!! in a hostel here i talked with a canuck backpacker and he said that cos its cheap and good he eats two kebabs a day!! ...in Canada kebabs must be even worse than in Finland. :D

FUCK YOU! Well, nobodys reading this, so Im just talkin to myself. Yeah, have been hangin around here for a good few weeks now. almost two weeks of work already, who would believe! not me. more like long tasty lunches and lots of wine. Well, its my kind of work. heh heh. hey! tell me if you have this kind of work for me!

well yeah, went for a cup a drinks with guys of my work. my paisanos. de finlandia. claro. y nada. drinking cheap wine in a plaza, mixing it with quality coca cola. heh heh. haaaa! yeah its good. and of course we are not left alone because we have 2 blond finish girls with us. a mexican guy join us and we head for some nearby bars. 2xmojitos 6e. good enough! price si, the place no. pues, drinks dranks rapids and on we go to a mexican bar (well known before, check the photo! hehheh). whiii... good quality herradura tequila reposado, claro, with a sangrita. Yas! It makes my day! I felt kind of depressed and tired before. I remember it now when i think it, after that, noup. haaaa. yas yas. thats my kind of drink. tsip tsip. okay okay.

Tupperware. its a good bar! we went there there with the french guys before. and the portuguese girls. its so so descriping that we never knew that there were also bar in second floor. cos we never went there. but of course for the finish it was too full and crowded and they wanted to go upstairs to sit down and so on. heh heh. its so like that. yeah.

While i was walking home, just around the corner, i live in the neighbourhood where theres lots of bars and stuff. and there were 2 spanish guys walkin the same way. drunk. and little passive-aggressive, it seemed, but not like in finland of course. heheheh. other one said me "welcome to spain" of course with that typical spanish accent. I of course said in spanish that i dont speak english sorry and added that do you speak spanish, in spanish. We had a chat i asked if they lived near (i was already almost at my door). they said they lived outside of madrid and they were totally pissed to have such a long way ahead. well, we were already at my door. i wished them good nights. when they realized i lived there, they started swearing (i think more for themselves than to me). Well it was the parked car who paid the bill -other one kicked off the side mirror.
its the choices you make...
and the side mirrors are always broken anyway.

im going to bed. actually im already in bed. but im just going to close this shit and getting in to some lizzy and wicked nightmares. im waiting for the snakes. its all in my mind. dont you dare to cross too deep inside.

TEQUILA & CO. Today I moved from culture-mixer Lavapies to punk-rock Malasaña. And not at all bad! small streets, nice bars, cafés and shops, clubs, restaurants and anything you want! And it´s Friday of September the first, when Madrileños come back from the holidays. Streets full of youngsters sitting and standing and running and jumping, having their bottles of booze and mixers there on the streets like it was a fuckin festival! Allright!

After getting all my stuff to my new home, i´ll serve myself some quality tequila with fresh squeezed orange juice, on the rocks. Outside it´s still hot and I look down to street from my own little balcony. And it´s looking good. Small and peaceful street with old buildings of different colours. Reminds me a lot of Gracia in Barcelona, where I lived a few years ago.

After cleaning up a bit, I finish my delicious drink, take a fast and cold shower and forward myself to nearby Tribunal metro station. A Spanish girl I know from finland is already waiting with some friends, all anxious to go some bars and have a nice time. We head to La via Lactia, a rock bar. But it gets more interesting when i here that it´s some 40 years old. And the doorman is still the same guy! Now serving the children of former customers... hahaa!

Nice time, cheap and strong drinks and lots of chat, some of them which i understand, some not, some of the dirtiest ones I get explained. There´s also music, but the spanish speak so much you really cannot hear it :D

Nights of Madrid. I have a feeling that there´s a lot more to see still.
And let´s see it!