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Spain's Secret Conflict

About the REAL Barcelona

The Barcelona tourism has created is disgusting, idiotic and worth nothing for most of residents. We are fed up with gnorant fools that come to visit Barcelona who don't even understand what continent we are in.

Anyhow, there is an interesting guide book called "Barcelona pam a pam" (Barcelona inch by inch) which worth reading that has recently been updated by this woman, Itziar González, a former member of the city hall.

Here, an interview where she declares some of the dirty business around some of the restaurants that have appeared lately near and by Les Rambles, i.e., these disgusting "tapas bars" and the sort, for which she has been threaten and her home broken into.

http://rac1.org/blog/noticies/programes/el-mon-a-rac1/a-la-rambla-es-blanquegen-diners/

The interview is in Catalan. Sorry for not having a version in other languages. The link has excepts which I've translated into English using GoogleTranslator

http://translate.google.com/translate?sl=ca&tl=en&js=n&prev=_t&hl=en&ie=UTF-8&layout=2&eotf=1&u=http%3A%2F%2Frac1.org%2Fblog%2Fnoticies%2Fprogrames%2Fel-mon-a-rac1%2Fa-la-rambla-es-blanquegen-diners%2F

Momo Barcelona, Japanese Ruthlessness in Barcelona

One of the biggest area of pseudo-connoisseurs in Barcelona is that of Japanese-related culture. One fact: there are more Japanese restaurants in Barcelona than actual Japanese people. Why? 99% of them are just Chinese re-furnished into a Japanese wannabe style. Just another sign that phoniness is the main tendency in post-industrial Barcelona.

The funny thing is that, by chance, sometimes one can find a touch of authenticity in the city which, in the case of Japanese shops, come to be known as Momo. This is a shop located in an outskirts corner of the Call (ancient Jewish quarter) pretty close to St James Sq., the center of the Roman Barcino, on the top of mount Taber.

Momo sells J-stuff for those who wanna decorate their homes with a touch of Japanism. Basically, dishes and yukatas (summer Japanese clothes). As authentic as these Pakistani shops that sell Mexican hats and Gypsy dolls in Les Rambles.

This shop can be seen at the last scene of one of the worst movies ever, Map of the Sounds of Tokyo, a new standard in papanatism made in Barcelona, a Catalan version of Lost in Translation with views of Rinko Kikuchi's pussy and an awfully meaningless script. The only point of the shop is being able to pee on the same WC Rinko used.

But above all the trifles sold in this shop, one can find the real essence of Japanese character, personified in the owner, the most intransigent, stubborn and despotic master ever seen in the town. A typical of example of Kobe's stiffness, she is able to fire without blinking a salesperson for just having asked her an inopportune question.

Go to Momo and you will find the best of Japanese severity, that which is unable to come to terms or reasons with subordinates. The pure essence of Japanese mindlessness in business, which thinks of the owner like a God and the worker as an insect. Go to Momo and drink from the distillery of medieval Japan, as sour as umeboshi under the innocent soft skin of a peach: An iron fist covered by a peachy velvet.

BoBorBón Apologizing

Barcelona is a Big Phony

I'm fed up with tourists in Barcelona. Not totally their fault, but the city has become a laughable image of herself. Barcelona is not Barcelona anymore. WE ARE CHEATING YOU! WE ARE PULLING YOUR LEG! WE ARE MAKING A FOOL OUT OF YOU!

We didn't eat tapas, we didn't dance flamenco, we didn't speak Spanish, and didn't do all those sort of things tourist guides written by drunkards and foreigners tell we do. This is it! Sorry to break your heart and expectations, but that's the real truth.

We contract the lumpen of the world to do the frolics. We dress them up into outfits to pretend and they performed as expected by you, tourists. Fake Gypsies, mainly from Argentina, dance made-up flamenco in front of tourists eating frozen paella. Indonesian waiters serve fake pa-amb-tomaquet with fake Iberico ham from Mercadona. Chinese bar tenders serve suspicious Southern-style tapas and Ecuadorians prepare Euskal pintxos. ALL FAKE!

Barcelona is a phony, and an expensive one. But, you, tourists, you are guilty for this because your ignorance is cosmic. You want to keep alive the stereotype created in the 60's mainly by Fascist government to save Spain from an economic collapse which was based on late S.XIX wrong interpretations of French romantic artists and musicians about Spain. But not even in 1850 was Barcelona as Bizet's Carmen. Gaudi would puke at what his work has become.

Anyway, keep coming, and we will keep cheating you all, at high rates. And keep reading "Lonely Planet" guides and taking a coffee at Pg. de Gracia's Starbucks and eating "local specialities" at Les Rambles' McDonalds. After all, we all get what we deserve: junk McBarcelona. Enjoy it.

La Escopeta Nacional

Another episode of shame starring a Bourbon, the stupidest royal family in the world. If it weren't enough that the not-very-clever son-in-law married to the slight less dumb of the two Infantas had been involved in one of the greatest corruption cases in recent Spanish history, not enough that the son of the dumbest of the two Infantas shot himself in his toes last week, that this week-end, the grandpa, the summit of the pyramid of nepotism, inbreeding, corruption, and dumbness, while killing endangered species in Botswana, stumbled and cracked his hip!

This guy has a manifest tendency in mixing alcohol, hunting, falling into the floor and killing endangered species. He lost a testicle when falling in a skiing accident; killed a drunk bear in Poland; fell in public after one of his heavy lunches. Oh! He killed his brother in another "hunting accident"

In brief, after all the cuts carried out in Spain to reduce the expenditure in useless things such as education and healthcare since the State is on the verge of bankruptcy from stupidly burning its declining income in saving scorched banks, subsidies, and re-painting benches in public parks, we can see how our money is really well spent, in this stupid family, which, by the way, is not Spanish.

Again, La Escopeta Nacional

O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!

To my disappointment, Catalonia has become an utterly boring place, crammed with the least of all interesting people on Earth. I loved my country and I never thought to come to that conclusion but unfortunately, this is what I feel now. This is not what it used to be or could have been!

I hate myself for being contaminated by the common pessimism that apparently is fulfilling the people. If we follow that way we are going to become a Soviet of the People's Republic of Ill Temper, the RDA of the Mediterranean, the North East Korea of Europe. Why is that?

After ten years letting the idiots drive the country and the economy, private, public, and domestic, now, the army of those who amazingly believed that their whole existence boiled down to buying a shitty apartment and getting a life-time mortgage, have turn into the most gloomy and depressing humor in centuries.

In the same way it was not true then their narrow-minded heaven of house owners and micro-bourgeoisie, it is not true now that we are living in a permanent Doom's Day. I am really revolted against those who feel relieve by casting on the rest of us these stupid point of view.

This is not the way, guys! Not in those tones! Nicht diese Töne! Stop weeping and whining like little girls and stand up and fight! Change your life, be clever, invent and be brave to endeavor it. Are you expecting politicians to redeem your lives? Be happy and sort up your own life, since it is yours!