Considering >:
That there was a questionable fire in the city hall basement archives, around 14:30,
That there was no alarm system working today, ---when all the alarms were tested and working last Tuesday evening around 19:00--- and we were lucky to be notified by a socialist, who run in and up to the third floor to tell us they were evacuating,
That employees leave at 14:00 on summer schedule, some are already on vacation and there were only around 50 people in the three story building,
That I had to figure out city hall is a dead-end/cul-de-sac, fire trap with a single street-level access, blocked by bollards that didn't lower today ... because the whole back street is blocked, razed and covered by piles of sand for a pharaonic, unfeasible, double-priced, bus and parking facility, that looks like a crater right now. There is no other way for firetrucks to reach it, except through the crowded, basement garage... where they would ram into the low ceiling from either entrance. (40 26 04 30N, 3 48 49 97W)
That fire and rescue got there after 14:45, when it was all over and we were all out, probably because city planning has just changed the direction of one-way streets by default idiocy...
That before 15:00 I walked back in through the garage, did smell burnt paper, but the archive door was closed, there was no sign of smoke, nor water, not a hose, nor a fireman, nor a truck around the whole area...
That the recent ex-mayor is indited in the Gürtel corruption investigation and has hearings approaching, where lots of documents will be requested,
That the ruling local PP cannot even spell ethics and the whole party core is crumbling from illegal activities,
I have to consider being TRIPLY PISSED OFF because they are playing with our lives, ---even if it's only neglect--- besides our justice system and our money.
Can't wait to hear their canned 'explanations'. Our knowledge has surpassed our wisdom. -Charu Saxena.
what can i say, he looked like moses, with a belly like buddha, and played like god.
a great performance, a warm bath in humanity, a rocking ride in the world's most comfortable armchair, a glimpse of true royalty.
before he left the stage he showered the audience with guitar picks, like an olden days monarch feeding the poor, i could see in his eyes the wonder of his journey, from poverty and discrimination, to being adored for his massive integrity and pure soul.
one finger vibrato, one millisecond lets you know who's playing, no distortion, great dynamics, the tenderness of a baby sparrow's cry in the naked, plaintive sound of Lucille, his ancient face scrunched into the agonised ecstasy of pure creation, then eyes wide with ironic, goofy surprise when some lick came out perfect, (and he does take risks!), then thrown back in joy, spine arching, smile from ear to ear.
thanks BB, so glad to catch you, such a beautiful show. ~"When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate." Karl Jung~
