Shit on the hand that feeds you Teil Sieben

"Entonces claro, mi familia, al quedarnos sin la herencia del abuelo, pensábamos que íbamos a heredar un fortunón del copón, la verdad sea dicha, el abuelo no dejó un duro, deudas, y claro, a la familia no nos ha quedado otra alternativa en la vida más que practicar ese noble arte que practica el 99,9 % de la humanidad, que es EL TRABAJAR. El trabajar, ya saben ustedes, con todo lo que el trabajo conlleva: el trabajo dignifica al hombre, el trabajo te honra, el trabajo te realiza, el trabajo te pule, te abrillanta, te da espledorrr... ¡El trabajo es la hostia, el trabajo hasta te pone cachondo! Hay que ver lo cachonda que va la gente a trabajar a las 6, 7 y 8 de la mañana, todo el mundo cantando y bailando por la calle, "¡VAMOS A TRAAABAJAAAR, LA-LA-LA-LAAA!", "¿DÓNDE VAIS CON ESA MARCHA MATINERA?", "¡A TRAAABAAAJAAAAAARRR!". "¡¡¡¡¡¡No he podido dormir en toda la noche esperando éste momento de gloria!!!!!!". Y en los medios de transporte todo el mundo pegado, junto, porque se QUIEREN, SEÑORAS Y SEÑORES, algunos hasta van en caravana, "¡NOS QUEREEEMOS!", jaleando al conductor, pa' que llegue pronto, "PARA SER CONDUCTOR..." y el otro "CU-CU-CURRU-CU-CÚ". Semejante funcionamiento social, coño, vayan a la mierda con el trabajo, la dignidad, la realización, se lo metan todo en la punta del nabo, a ver si les cabe, ¡bimba!, les explote y le queden los huevos colgando en los campanarios, que vayan a engañar al coño de su abuela, el trabajo dignifica EL COÑO DE TU ABUELA, dignifica, mamón, con acento en la n, pa' joder. "Ganarás el pan con el sudor de tu frente", CON EL SUDOR DE TU POLLA, lo voy a ganar."

"Then, of course, my family, having been left without our grandfather's money, we thought we were going to inherit a helluva fortune, truth be told, granpa didn't leave us a dime, debts, and, of course, the family was left with no other alternative in life but that of practicing the fine art which is practiced by 99% of humanity: WORKING. Working, you know, with everything that working implicates: working dignifies men, working honours oneself, working fulfills oneself, working polishes, waxes, gives oneself splendourrr... Working is so sick man, working even turns me on! You see how hot and horny people are on their way to work at 6, 7 and 8 in the morning, everybody's singing and dancing in the street, "LET'S WORK BE PROUD STAND TALL TOUCH THE CLOUDS, LA-LA-LA-LAAA", "WHERE ARE YOU GUYS GOING WITH THAT EARLY MORNING SPREE?", "WE'RE GOING TO WORK WERK WERK WERK WERK WERK YOU SEE ME I BE WORK WORK WORK WERK WERK WERK". "I couldn't sleep all night waiting for this glorious moment!!!!!!". And in public transport everybody's glued to one another, all together now because they LOVE EACH OTHER, LADIES AND GENTS, some even join traffic jams, "WE LLLLLLOVE EACH OTHER!", cheering the driver so he hurries up, "IF YOU WANNA BE A GOOD DRIVER..." and the other goes "CU-CU-CURRU-CU-CU". What kind of a fucking shit social organization, get the fuck out with your work, your dignity, your self-fulfillment, stick it all up the tip of your cock, see if it fits, boom!, and explodes and leaves your balls hanging from the bell tower, go fool your grandma's cunt, working dignifies YOUR GRANDMA'S CUNT, sleazebag, SLIZEBAG, with an 'i', to bug you all. "In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread", IN THE SWEAT OF THY DICK, I'll eat bread."

Speech by the late and great Pepe Rubianes, via La radio de La Casa.

All pictures taken on 12th March 2017 around S-Bahn (S11) and Hamburg Airport, Hamburg, Germany. Special thanks to Guillermous for getting us to the front row at Drake, to Valentina, to Robbin for thinking we're artistic terrorist for digging Drake and having his flight delayed and to Sahar for being the only crop one needs.

Science can't prove itself

"La mayor parte de los hombres no quieren nadar antes de saber. ¿No es ésto espiritual? ¡No quieren nadar, naturalmente! Han nacido para la tierra, no para el agua. Y, naturalmente, no quieren pensar; como que han sido creados para la vida, ¡no para pensar! Claro, y el que piensa, el que hace del pensar lo principal, ese podrá acaso llegar muy lejos en ésto; pero ese precisamente ha confundido la tierra con el agua, y un día u otro se ahogará." 

"Most men don't want to swim before knowing. Isn't that spiritual? They don't want to swim, naturally! They were born for the land, not for the water. And, naturally, they don't want to think; as they've been created for life, not for thinking! Of course, and he who thinks, who makes of thinking the priority, he will perhaps be able to go far on that; but he precisely has confused land with water, and one day or another he will drown." 

Hermann Hesse on Der Steppenwolf (1955), as recommended by my unbeatable father.

At this party, I learned that there's only one thing that science can't prove, and that is itself. Therefore, if science can't prove its own veracity, it must be assumed that it can't prove anything else's, and there goes all human history from the Enlightenment to this very day up in flames, down to ashes. Science is, after all, just like God but uglier and colder. Science is exactly like God but without a face to come to at night in a dream or a prayer. At least God looks at me when I look at Him first. Just when we thought we got rid off God, they gave us science.

At this party I also learned that babies can die of a lack of affection. I met people far more talented than me in every possible field of knowledge, far freer, far fuller than I will ever be. At this party I learned so much. In a way, I wish I still was at that party, I still feel like I never left. The perfect feeling of that party still chases after me. The perfect rain of Hamburg keeps calling. I'm sad now. 

All pictures taken on 12th March 2017 around Bundesstraße, Hamburg, Germany. Special thanks to Sahar for being the fucking master of the universe, hardest worker and hardest player I've ever met, and also to my bruh bruh, for being far too kind. Thanks to Bea for her awesome camera and inspiring pictures, as well as to Alicia, Andrzej, Stefan and Edu for one of the most life-changing conversations and priceless hospitality. 

Sahar und Nader und der Sommer

I was born in Liverpool, but I grew up in Hamburg. Oh well, actually I might have been born somewhere else, but I surely, without a shadow of a doubt, grew up in Hamburg. It took me a trip to Teutonic lands to find the Spanish woman who would make one out of me. It's hard to call a summer in Hamburg a summer, but I bet it must be the easiest thing in the world to call the coldest winter in Alaska with Sahar and Nader a summer. They say home is where the heart is, but I say the heart is where they are, so home must be Germany. Summer is in their infallible Danish style, Iranian perfect teeth and spirit as warm, high, proud and maternal como la puta Península Ibérica que nos parió. Summer is them, today so far but tomorrow right here.

All pictures taken on 22nd July 2016 around the Reeperbahn, Hamburg, Germany. Special thanks to Sahar and Nader for being my favourite summer ever.

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