Cecilia looked at the sky spread her arms wide and shouted in despair God does not exist,Yes you are right God does not exist, God does not exist, told himself a man passingAcross the street with balding hair and the manner of walking of chicken without a head and the look of mentally unstable in general. Turned into an alley and jumped in front of a girl passing, blocking her way, tell me there is god?, he questioned asked her
, why you crazy people always need to put God into everything she answered. a homeless punk with a large and hairy dog wearing (the dog) a shirt that sayspunk is not deadNodded in agreement, you see , Buddha, the system uses god to control people, she put them in homes, jobs, causing them to pay taxes because of that we're on the street Buddha, we do not want to cooperate with them.The dog looked at him sniffing a pile of trash on the side lane and went over the outstretched hand of Cecilia and began licking her, Cecilia stroked his furry head and said soothingly. Buddha, Buddha sorry I did not mean you, I do believe in you, you only want the best, the dog looked at her happily and continued to lick her hand. Love is wanting the best for the person the other is what Buddha said (not the dog), Cecilia studied this in a course of meditation and Buddhist philosophy in northern India almost 10 years ago, this course was very interesting even though she never conciderd herself a spiritual person, She took the course because if you are already in India so its worth a try, and she left the course with a bunch of insights that she was not sure what to do with them except a general feeling that now she will try to be good to people and keep a positive attitudeBut all that faded with time, 10 years who underwent who could beilive it, in that time
Love - It's wanting the best for the other person, has becomeLove - it want to spend every moment with the other guy, Love - that wanted to kill the bastard who betrayed her, Love - it hurt. A kind of recurring cycles over the years. Occasionally she recalled this period she traveled to India and she was open to everything, she even bought herself some hippy clothes that were a bit trashy and very comfortable and there's no chance she would be wearing them now. It was a time she felt love for all things, the smiles of the neglected Indian children,the cows that wondered everywhere, she felt as theres a big smile plastered to her face . But the city had changed her when she returned from the trip she still tried to meditate from time to time and tried to keep a positive and open attitude, but her friends criticized her for it, they told her she can not be so naive that the world is full of people who want to take advantage of Her kindness and ... Do you have 1 euro to help me?what? she woke up from her thoughts and saw the homless punk standing in front of her with demanding body positionand his hand outstretched, surprised she thought for a moment and almost put her hand in her pocket as she had quite a few times in India but stopped herself at a sudden. Cant you see I'm working for that money, do I look rich, a person who hands Fliers on street, you can do the same thing like me and then youll have money.. the Punk looked a little surprised and then began doubtly shouting doubtly talking to the dog with an Italian accent. You see buddha this street is full of capitalists who only wants you to work for them and when you ask for 1 Euro thats all they attack you. Buddha blazed by his owners screams and began barking as well, but after a moment the punk saw a tourist smoking and asked him for a cigarette and the whole thing was quickly forgotten. How much longer I could stand this job she asked herself, Cecilia was in the magical corner for over a year and a half,the magical corner was not called magical corner because it was a megical and great place because it is almost certain that the opposite is true, no, it was called that way because it was a energetic point that drew every crazy person in the erea, every demonstration, every strange thing to happen in Barcelona would happen there., The theory of Cecilia and her colleagues was that it was en enregetic point, like the Bermuda Triangle for example.most probebly the Corner was a sacred place of worship of an ancient civilization deleted. In fact the point has remained a place of worship, Cult which worships the Western culture, a ritual where every tourist goes to a show off walk where he would show Barcelona Who is he and what he is worth, at some point in the walk he would find a bar or a drug dealer and will cushion his brain that is on vacation like him,en action that would usually end with a major headache the next day and a wallet or cell phone missing (usually both). Here goes here now the balloon man, An alcoholic who lives from making balloon in shapes for children and walks around adorned with colurfull ballons and a faded and frayed jacket. Just last week remembered Cecilia sombody threw in the corner a pile of old clothes and the homeless people began rummaging in the pile and fighting of who takes first the clothes, what ended with a fight between the balloon man and a cripple in a wheelchair. theCrippled took part of his wheelchair and tried to hit the balloon man while they are both pooling the jacket from both sides, a large group of tourists had gathered to stare at the spectacle and of course did the sensible thing to finish the fight - they took their cameras and started filming. only after five minutes people began to intervene and requested from the balloon man If he can stop beating a cripple in a wheelchair. After everything calmed down the crippled homeless man was holding the jacket in his hand and smiled happily, continued down the street, toward the end of the street suddenly emerged the balloon man runing, grabbed the jacket and disappeared abruptly. And today he is passing calmly making balloons for children as if nothing had happened,on his side are the two Moroccans pickpockets waiting for him to finish making the balloons so they could pickpocket the parents, en order should exist after all. After they would finish pickpocketing a policeman would stop a chilian that was playing on the guitar love songs for a few coins. He'll tell him its forbidden to play on the street and when the chilian would say he did nothing wrong and why they do not stop the thieves that are the real problem, the cop would get pissed off and say why you are arguing and confiscate his guitar. And thousands of people at the same time would pass on the streets watch the ancient gotic buildings and the modernista facades and stop in excitement in front of a store for alcoholic beverages cause there are hobbies that are stronger than any desire to be civilized and modern.You should be more easy going, not that heavy, said suddenly jens

jens ,a young Danish dude with a endless POSITIVITY and slight pretensions of a Guru was the co-worker of cecilia. that was the nature of this work if you wanted to survive it you had to be or a brutal optimist or without a work permit which was the case of Cecilia oviesly. Oh jens why wont you shut up with this spirtual talking, I'm not a Swedish tourist you can not get me into bed with spirtual talking.What are you talking about I'm not getting Swedish girls they do not like danish peopleIdiot, the point is that I do not buy your cheap spirtualityCecilia I'm just trying to help, the fact that you are going to get pissed and complain wouldnt change the given situation, we are in this surreal place anyway so we might as well make the best out of it, I find this spot a fascinating, sort of like a ducomentry of the Nationl Geographic,its the most interesting class in anthropology I went through my lifeIt's because you're an incurable optimist, also if the would send you to slavery on a Caribbean island you'll enjoy the connection with the earth with manual work and the tropical weather, If they would put you in a cage with lions you would be glad that you had the oportunity to share a cage with a rare animal and experience nature in such an intimate wayAnd in the end when theyll hang you, you would hope your death will be an example to others and change the world
and it would not change anythingYou know why, because nobody cares about anything, You see the look of the French tourists when you approche them on the street, as if you dont exist, as if you were a leper, you think they care?, Forget the French, they are not a good example for anything. Look at the catalans passing here on the street and protest against cruelty to animals, good cause isnt it?i also support this demonstration but let me ask you something,how many catalans you know that are vegetarians ?........
mmmmmmmmmmmm Let me think a second, jordi is quite a anti-sistem but no, he is not a vegetarian, I remember him singing the Spanish folk song - to eat jamon is better than making love, and Carla could be cause she is in Greenpeace ,ahhh but no she is not vegetarian either , no one I know,
but wait a minute What one thing has to do with the other, you are not vegetarian, you can be against cruelty to animals and be none vegetarian there no connection between the two, eating animals is a natural thing we did not invent the concept, look at nature everybody eats everybody.Listen jens I do not argue with you that you dont have to be a vegetarian to be against animal abuse, you're right but lets admit it we all know that en industry that abuse animals, it's not a GNU living all of his life eating grass and suddenly he is eaten by a leopard, its animals who live in such bad condition that certainly they wish for their death when he finally comes. The point is that this demonstration has 5,000 people more or less for me it seems strange that not even one of them makes the connection between food industry and animal abuse. Anyway people care about things as long as they are not hurting their small narrow world.Stop stop stop Cecilia you dont have to constantly look at the negative, we are not Atlas we cant take all the troubles of the world on our shoulders, in my point of view if someone wants to change a small thing for the better that's enough, I do not expect every person in this strange star to be his savior anyway usually in history the one who saw himself as a savior became a mass murderer in the name of salvationOh argue with an optimist is like talking to the wall, when would you wake up.But Cecilia did not really want him to wake up she rather enjoyed these daily arguments and under the cover of militant attitude she quite appreciated the positivty of jens. They lived in a world where most people have no food that the economic crisis is also hurting the Western countries, and as a South American she did not want to adopt the contemptible attitude of europeans who enjoied crying over their bitter fate (that was not that bitter) and not understand the privilege they were born into. No, she would not give up, but how could she direct the feelings about what was happening to her in the magical corner? Embed her frustration with alcoholwas not her style, she could scream in the shower all Day or maybe run an hour a day and a half or maybe just ...... Well maybe she could just writeit in a story