My Photographies in the Market

Printing and byuing material. I discovered that Paradise is only about 25 minutes away from my door. A huge Art Supplies Supermarket. And all because I'll be selling pictures tomorrow at Mauerpark Market in Berlin :)

Barcelona is like that.

Barcelona is 1 hour drive from Girona's Ryanair Airport. It can be a very fun hour if you happen to cross ways with two businessmen in a cabriolé, that are willing to drive you and explain you all about paper fabrication and their beach resort town near Tarragona.

Once you get in the city you realise people here really can't stay at home. All kinds of humans walk in all directions in the street, though both green and red street lamps. Cars on the road, with loud music and loud motors (for those with small dicks).

Once YOU hit the road you realise YOU can't get back home. For a walk with G, for a meal with J, for a movie with E and for some Tapas with all. And it's all fair close, in a nice walking distance, through modernist buildings, many short short trousers and hot hot sunny weather. Bla Bla Rum Rum.

Eventhough Barcelona has 1,5 million inhabitants, I like the fact that whenever I walk around some certain areas I know I am going to meet somebody I know.

Naked against oil transports

I am going to Barcelona for almost a week starting tomorrow and it is great to hear about this year's World Naked Bike Ride on Saturday the 13th.This is the event website. It happens in many cities and you can still organize it yourself.

Today when riding my bike a big car got angry because he felt imposed to respect my preference (when he was turning into my road!) and then followed me slowly yelling some words for about too street crossings and I even runaway to the sidewalk. I wonder how can those car ppl contain so much rage and frustration, instead of some respect.

Ferry to freedom

Going to Copenhagen looking for better life, like any other immigrant, but only for the weekend. And with lots of fun involved.

after hitchhiking to Budapest

Learn to give Learn to give more
I am so gipsy

And want to wander

around

sell in markets

and paint kids faces

In Budapest a woman cried

While sitting on a bench, in the exit of the park and the way that leads to the bridge over the Danube, next to two kids and and old man. Se sat on the bench and cried on her hands. Rising her head from time to time, to look everywhere for some seconds and cry desperately again. Her two tiny daughters, 3 and 5 years old, were standing next to the bench with tied up blond long hair. The sun was still shining, with the orange colour of afternoon 6 hours in Budapest island inside the river. The girls looked confused and scared, and were holding their small hands. People walked by, we walked by. I felt moved, actually I felt pain. I thought she had lost her third child and had been looking for it for a while. She should have found it for now, and I took no picture of that, but of many lovers kissing instead.

Lars Rudolph eating a Brezel in Berlin

"I barely have access to movies that are not boring" said Mercedes Moncada Rodríguez after the premiere of her film La sirena y el buzo in the Berlinale Film festival about 2 weeks ago. I agreed and I told her. The film was breathtaking. The diver and the Mermaid is a tale about a young fisherman that drowns in the sea and turnes into a turtle. There is no explicit narration but the one on the intertitles and Mercedes chose to tell the story through documentary scenes taken from the daily routine of an indigenous group living on Nicaragua's Caribbean coast. Some of these scenes are really new in terms of what has been shown in the cinema before. Hypnotic and poetic. Like I felt when Beijing was inside my camera. And in a very special way -lighter and less fatalistic but just as patient- like Valuska and the drunken solar system and the whale in that cold and poor black and withe town somewhere in Hungary. Werckmeister Haromoniak, from Bela Tarr. I didn't think about their relation at all. It is very possible that the biggest thing these two films have in common is myself and the fact that I like them. I never drink coffee but today I drunk one capuccino and that made me look much more stupid when I saw an older Valuska sitting at the cafeteria eating a Brezel with his blonde daughter and speeking german. The real Valuska!

And I asked, and he told me, of course, that he is Lars Rudoph, and he is german not hungarian. And he has been working in theatre, how the hell I know that movie -am I even hungarian myself ?-, and that he now has a band called Mariahilff. And he told me with his Valuska's voice that they are going to release a new album in the next weeks.

But you don't speak hungarian? No, that was syncronized. And very well syncronized; I wish he was Valuska...

Values

Chasing after a value that is still worth keeping after this so called crisis is gone.

Barcelona

Sometimes I really think I want to go back to Barcelona for somethings a I hear that are happening there. It took me 22 years to discover the good sources.

that thing called photography

For a long time I couldn't take pictures anymore. After a couple of years I had seen enough. I had had enough of angry people. Totally violented by the presence of my camera in front of them or their property, they tried to return to me the violence that the camera caused on them. They associated the direct and specific attitude of the photographer with the violating and offensive movement of an agressor. But one which weapon doesn't kill your body but it kills your dignity instead. And so they fought back to me, trying to reduce me to recover their good feelings.

I cristalized magic unbelieveable moments that happened out there. I never meant to judge or punish, I was just trying to remark and enjoy unimaginable events and celebrate their existance. For that I froze them into observable images that contained three parts: me, my subjective enviroment and all the rest. I just wanted to give those images a life, capability to signify and evolve. For me and for all others.

But my innocence turned into evil. And I was the evil spreading suffer and getting back suffer and so for a long while I lost the strength and claimed my right to be an anonymous intranscendent floating creature that was the most innocent of all around.

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