Chapter I
Lots and losts to do...Did I say that London is endless?...I am getting familiar with the central area which is the more turistic one, what can I do?, you need to see it anyway. My plan for the day was go to the Queen's Gallery and then to the National Gallery. I got off at the Westminster Tube Station and wow the Big Ben right there...When in Rome (I forgot what the saying says) I did like everybody else, take pictures and ask somebody to take a picture. This last thing has been really interesting, because I never know how the picture is going to turn out, sometimes too far, no feet, no head, never know, so far I have had a whole variety.
I did the Big Ben photo, the red telephone cabin so typical, I ask this guy to take me a picture, he looked just like me and he was with other two. When I thanked him I did it in Spanish and he responded back. I was ready to go when the tall guy ask me: Where are you from? I said Mexico and they said we too. EHHHHHH Good, next question, From where in Mexico and I said D.F. the acronym for Mexico City, their faces changed, I added yesss I am chilanguilla (Chilanga, bad name for mexico city people) jokingly trying to lighten the air, they said but you don't look like one, wwwoooowwwww what that suppoused to mean? now I am really intrigued of how people picture a chilanga...For God sakes!!!! we are in freacking London, that is why Mexico never is going to win the World Cup, It is a curse... as long as people keep discriminating each other for the place of birth Mexico is not going to win.
The affair continued and the next question was, are you alone??? and started listening inside my head a beep beep beep I lied -noooo my (imaginary) friends are wainting for me at the Bridge, they looked dissapointed and said, well!!! too bad this is our last night here we fly to Germany tomorrow, we are going to watch the match, -are you serious? I was excited, and you flew from Mexico to attend the World Cup? they said: no we live in Rome, my face was huumm interesting...And what do you do there? We study....long silence...What do you study? I thought it was a natural question. theology, we are priests...And I ran and ran for my life.
I walked thru the St. James Park so perfect day, people, families, kids, geese, ducks and I saw the guards just leaving the place...the change of guard was over, too bad I didn't see it :-( the best was the horse who was leading the band pooped in his way out and some of the musicians got shit in their shoes I was so happy, shit comes shit goes what a metaphor of life.
Walking walking and... Sebastian? -yes?? Hi I know you (pointing him with my finger) I am mexican too (pointing myself with my finger), I interviewed you years ago when I was doing a internship in Insurgenteando the magazine, he didn't remember me, but what are the odds to find him here. He is an amazing sculptor, during the interview he was hitting on us so bad (me and the photographer) that we got dizzy and left, we were a couple of stupid 20 something teenagers, we didn't do anything, so cute!!! He was with his assistant we say good bye and good luck in front of the Palace and I was too shy to ask him for a picture, man I am still stupid, I haven't grown out of it.
El caballito. Sebastian
I got to the Queen's Gallery walked in with authority and they asked me for 6.50 pounds to see the Queen's Jewlery, there is no way in this world I am giving my money to that bitch, she could be a Queen but I am a poor mexican bee. Endo and I can put our stuff in exhibition and I swear is going to cost you only 5.50, plus you can have a snack and free drink. The worst was that the guy who works there totally knew I wouldn't pay and he told me, well over there there's the store they have good replicas. I am not here to see replicas, I was so offfended on my dignity. I asked him for directions and I proudly left, not before I spotted a shirt all pink that said: "Where are you pussy cat?" what the hell is that?
I walked to Trafalgar Square and found the National Gallery and the National Portrait Gallery, the first is huge so I decided to go to the Portrait. I saw portraits of all Queens and Kings and I got all the gossip, is like the tabloids but from XVI and XVII centuries. Who married who, who cheat on who, Queen Elizabeth the first was like a classiest and smartest version of what is now Paris Hilton. I got my camera to take a pic of William Blake and OMG!!!! 3 guards almost throw me on the floor. They keep repeating "No photos no photos..." and I used my oldest one No hablo Ingles. They didn't believed me and kept telling me not to use my camera, I got out of the probl putting my cute kitty eyes, just before they call the Interpol bleehhhhh
They have pics of everybody they have very interesting ones in the basement more contemporaries and I loved the one of the author of Harry Potter... Theresa help me out!!! what is her name??? anyway the portrait of her is in 3D. Once I asked Theresa about the sexual life of Elfs (Elvs? man!!! english complicated me no entiende) and she responded: They have sex as far as we know...Can you define who is WE? I passed Jagger, Elton John and do you know Cat Stevens?? the corny little guy from the 70's he changed his name to Yusuf Islam and he is an activist for Islam.
I am being craving cookies the whole week and finally I found an acceptable ones from Italy only 40p a pack of 6 such a deal I eat one and kept the rest...I went back to the river, no wonder my feet are covered in blisters...I was walking along the Thames Path with me stupid cookies in a plastic bag, and I saw this guy, he was sitting on the floor with his dog, he had a sign that said Homeless and Hungry, I passed in front of him and his dog took a look at me, I walked a few steps came back and asked him: Do you want my cookies? He looked at me and with a sweet voice said yesss he smiled at me with all his teethless mouth, he was genuinely happy, happy for a opened package of cookies. I had anything to say or think after that …
I one of the tunnels of the path it was this guy with an accordion as soon as I entered in the tunnel he started to play a tango, I felt an electric energy traveling through my whole body…I thought about what is the physiological mechanism that allows that to happened, I thought about the power of the memory and all the stimulants that trigger that kind of reactions. I am such a nerd, sorry guys
I took the tube and got off at Old Street Station, I found a couple of hidden antique stores, I was browsing in a huge basket of frames and glasses, I found the perfect huge 70’s sunglasses that Sophia Loren would envy, I put them on and they were so bad scratched that I could barely see thru them, but they are just perfect I thought it doesn’t matter if I can not see, who needs to see? Asked for the price and I put them back in the basket.
My earphones broke and I went to get new ones, apple have the cuttiest ones green or pink for only 23 pounds, it what I spend in food weekly ohhh well too bad, fasting starting tomorrow, I’m kidding, since I am a macky money is not an issue, have you noticed that as soon as you get a mac people treat you as part of a religious sect, I have found myself doing it, preaching how good is mac and how evil is Microsoft... Jesus is coming repent!!!!…I went to another store and a got a sony ones with white and pink for only 9 pounds.
I did the Big Ben photo, the red telephone cabin so typical, I ask this guy to take me a picture, he looked just like me and he was with other two. When I thanked him I did it in Spanish and he responded back. I was ready to go when the tall guy ask me: Where are you from? I said Mexico and they said we too. EHHHHHH Good, next question, From where in Mexico and I said D.F. the acronym for Mexico City, their faces changed, I added yesss I am chilanguilla (Chilanga, bad name for mexico city people) jokingly trying to lighten the air, they said but you don't look like one, wwwoooowwwww what that suppoused to mean? now I am really intrigued of how people picture a chilanga...For God sakes!!!! we are in freacking London, that is why Mexico never is going to win the World Cup, It is a curse... as long as people keep discriminating each other for the place of birth Mexico is not going to win.
The affair continued and the next question was, are you alone??? and started listening inside my head a beep beep beep I lied -noooo my (imaginary) friends are wainting for me at the Bridge, they looked dissapointed and said, well!!! too bad this is our last night here we fly to Germany tomorrow, we are going to watch the match, -are you serious? I was excited, and you flew from Mexico to attend the World Cup? they said: no we live in Rome, my face was huumm interesting...And what do you do there? We study....long silence...What do you study? I thought it was a natural question. theology, we are priests...And I ran and ran for my life.
I walked thru the St. James Park so perfect day, people, families, kids, geese, ducks and I saw the guards just leaving the place...the change of guard was over, too bad I didn't see it :-( the best was the horse who was leading the band pooped in his way out and some of the musicians got shit in their shoes I was so happy, shit comes shit goes what a metaphor of life.
Walking walking and... Sebastian? -yes?? Hi I know you (pointing him with my finger) I am mexican too (pointing myself with my finger), I interviewed you years ago when I was doing a internship in Insurgenteando the magazine, he didn't remember me, but what are the odds to find him here. He is an amazing sculptor, during the interview he was hitting on us so bad (me and the photographer) that we got dizzy and left, we were a couple of stupid 20 something teenagers, we didn't do anything, so cute!!! He was with his assistant we say good bye and good luck in front of the Palace and I was too shy to ask him for a picture, man I am still stupid, I haven't grown out of it.
El caballito. Sebastian
I got to the Queen's Gallery walked in with authority and they asked me for 6.50 pounds to see the Queen's Jewlery, there is no way in this world I am giving my money to that bitch, she could be a Queen but I am a poor mexican bee. Endo and I can put our stuff in exhibition and I swear is going to cost you only 5.50, plus you can have a snack and free drink. The worst was that the guy who works there totally knew I wouldn't pay and he told me, well over there there's the store they have good replicas. I am not here to see replicas, I was so offfended on my dignity. I asked him for directions and I proudly left, not before I spotted a shirt all pink that said: "Where are you pussy cat?" what the hell is that?
I walked to Trafalgar Square and found the National Gallery and the National Portrait Gallery, the first is huge so I decided to go to the Portrait. I saw portraits of all Queens and Kings and I got all the gossip, is like the tabloids but from XVI and XVII centuries. Who married who, who cheat on who, Queen Elizabeth the first was like a classiest and smartest version of what is now Paris Hilton. I got my camera to take a pic of William Blake and OMG!!!! 3 guards almost throw me on the floor. They keep repeating "No photos no photos..." and I used my oldest one No hablo Ingles. They didn't believed me and kept telling me not to use my camera, I got out of the probl putting my cute kitty eyes, just before they call the Interpol bleehhhhh
They have pics of everybody they have very interesting ones in the basement more contemporaries and I loved the one of the author of Harry Potter... Theresa help me out!!! what is her name??? anyway the portrait of her is in 3D. Once I asked Theresa about the sexual life of Elfs (Elvs? man!!! english complicated me no entiende) and she responded: They have sex as far as we know...Can you define who is WE? I passed Jagger, Elton John and do you know Cat Stevens?? the corny little guy from the 70's he changed his name to Yusuf Islam and he is an activist for Islam.
I am being craving cookies the whole week and finally I found an acceptable ones from Italy only 40p a pack of 6 such a deal I eat one and kept the rest...I went back to the river, no wonder my feet are covered in blisters...I was walking along the Thames Path with me stupid cookies in a plastic bag, and I saw this guy, he was sitting on the floor with his dog, he had a sign that said Homeless and Hungry, I passed in front of him and his dog took a look at me, I walked a few steps came back and asked him: Do you want my cookies? He looked at me and with a sweet voice said yesss he smiled at me with all his teethless mouth, he was genuinely happy, happy for a opened package of cookies. I had anything to say or think after that …
I one of the tunnels of the path it was this guy with an accordion as soon as I entered in the tunnel he started to play a tango, I felt an electric energy traveling through my whole body…I thought about what is the physiological mechanism that allows that to happened, I thought about the power of the memory and all the stimulants that trigger that kind of reactions. I am such a nerd, sorry guys
I took the tube and got off at Old Street Station, I found a couple of hidden antique stores, I was browsing in a huge basket of frames and glasses, I found the perfect huge 70’s sunglasses that Sophia Loren would envy, I put them on and they were so bad scratched that I could barely see thru them, but they are just perfect I thought it doesn’t matter if I can not see, who needs to see? Asked for the price and I put them back in the basket.
My earphones broke and I went to get new ones, apple have the cuttiest ones green or pink for only 23 pounds, it what I spend in food weekly ohhh well too bad, fasting starting tomorrow, I’m kidding, since I am a macky money is not an issue, have you noticed that as soon as you get a mac people treat you as part of a religious sect, I have found myself doing it, preaching how good is mac and how evil is Microsoft... Jesus is coming repent!!!!…I went to another store and a got a sony ones with white and pink for only 9 pounds.
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