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remember with particular affection the summer of 89, mainly for two reasons: first, that Pilar first came to the beach where I had spent almost Every summer since 1974 (states soon. From the age of twelve. All life), and second, we made our first trip together, four whole days to Salou.

The summer of that year appeared calm. My father had fully recovered from the stroke. Had thinned considerably, and did not smoke or allow others to smoke (I think by that time I was tolerant, but that certainly did not admit was that smoking in their presence). He was calm and happy, knowing that we were all awaiting him at all times, ready to satisfy their whims, these were minimal. My parents went to the beach as usual, in early summer, with my brother, who was still studying, and my sister, who was on the weekends. I appeared with Pilar in mid-July or August, in the only week we had could agree on vacation.

is curious, and sometimes complicated to introduce the girl you're dating a group of friends that I knew almost from wearing shorts. Occur in these situations sometimes slightly absurd, as happened also in our case. The typical lifetime friend, it is to have droit de seigneur, or something on your criteria, are allowed their say. For him, Pilar is a complete unknown, and assumes that to me is too. Allowed the luxury of enumerarte the girls you could have come out, and apparently have not done it all but because it gave you the win. Throw in your face Somebody's niece was twinkie or for your bones, and you did not the case. And tells you all that in the course of an eternal night, half soaked in alcohol, when Pilar has decided to go to sleep because I was really tired, and also on the beach hits a dip in voltage that causes an almost constant state of drowsiness. I guess that friend had been very happy if in a fit of lucidity, I had said to cries of "you're right, I do not know as I could throw me girlfriend no call ahead to ask for your approval. Right now I go home, wake her, break her, and I roll up with twinkie. " From what I did not realize my makeshift mentor, was such that twinkie was over me like the shit at some point in our lives, that their views did not interest me cheap, and that was so in love with Pilar that I wanted nothing more than to be with her. I realized that the next day, after that sad night that I realized that what really happened to my lifelong friend, was that I was slightly annoyed that I had missed girlfriend and not him.

Not everyone on the beach he was unfamiliar with Pilar. For those coincidences of life, had spent a week several years ago in Gandia, accompanied by her sister Montse and Nevis, which were so common on the beach could be me. That helped quickly enough to make friends with some people. However, there was a week what they say perfect, so I've told before. It was difficult even to me, mixing people from all life with the person they had decided to share my life in the future. Faithfully comply with all stages of what it means spending a few days on the beach. Morning lying in the sun, sand and coated with sporadic water courses, afternoon naps and reading, and nights out to Gandia, summer film in the sandwich hand, or nightclub. In those days the area highlighted by a named Hexagon macrodiscoteca worthy predecessor of all cod fishing maremágnun that years later expanded throughout the coastal area. Allen was a universe of music at full blast, lush vegetation, dance floors with terraces at different levels, and bars everywhere. It looked like a tropical jungle. Personally, I liked another club named Pampols, on the road to Oliva. Although it was much more cumbersome, without outdoor courts with a single track, and all fluids stained sofas impossible cataloging, music was much better, in the eighties style we liked almost all but the honorable exceptions that existed in all types of gangs. I think by that time, Pampols was already closed, so we had no choice but to go with all the Patulea Hexagon.

colored silk shirts impossible tweezers trousers, shirts of those black fishnet stockings, high heels impossible bright girls and boys ... paraphernalia surrounding night out at the club forced to wear a fashion that view today, I think we would vomit. Luckily, at that time, it was almost impossible to take pictures at night, because a good flash was not available to everyone, and in any case, they usually did not bring cameras to these places for fear that our sleeve. At the disco, Pilar passed it well, but without exaggeration. Bailamos very little, partly because the track could not be a pin, and also the music was deafening. I was curious to see what had changed about what I do the goat track. All I wanted was to sit quietly for a while with Pilar, drink up me Gin and Tonic Bloody Mary (I loved that combo. Someday I will tell you how well prepared it in a pub tucked Esquerdo Doctor), and talk in whispers divine and human. We then decided to return to the beach, when the night disco was in full swing. When we left, my friend complained coals Muermos what we had back, etc, etc. I let him talk, to vent, then Pilar and I said goodbye until the next day. We could not more. The next day we went down to the beach early. After a couple of hours down the other, and with glazed eyes and a terrible headache, told us how well it had gone with chis-chis pum-pum till nearly dawn. It's something I've never done all that well understood. Since I started out with Pilar, I completely removed the desire to go out there lobbing until the wee hours of the morning. And do not think it was by its influence. No. I rather think that change was due to a need for me to spend more time with her, without any external plugins. We have passed from death many times a night, but just chatting with friends about transcendental issues, usually related facts and events of other friends at that time were not present. I guess that's something that happens to everybody. When you're with a group of friends you do to enhance his friendship and to give birth to those who have the privilege to have you among his friends.

Another situation that occurred during the week of 89 was the inevitable trip to the movies of summer. Double bill, gravel floor carpeted with sunflower seed shells and tortilla sandwich remnants, independent chairs of wood and iron, which ended when the film was interesting, bar quenching its normal light and lit a dwelling when the film began , with needlework box office, usher entries that cut it wanted, to return the rest to heel and thus defraud the Treasury, runs and cries to get the best angle, beer or coca-cola on the floor (half of the time was poured), and film in rolls, sometimes burned, and sometimes became unintelligible because the operator was wrong and changed the order of the rolls. All that and much more (fights put next to the girl you liked, racing to "stable", a roofed corral area type, he fell a summer storm, funny comments out loud, sometimes applauded and others jokes), was the film "The Alamo." There was another film Charly ", but which had the upper hand was" The Alamo. " As a ritual, we were all one night, and put on the jacket, at about two o'clock (the first film started at about half past nine, and lasted nearly half an hour break, so echad accounts), Pilar and I took the opportunity to embrace and give warmth to each other. A memorable night.

In the next post I will tell you our trip to Salou.

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spent the Holy Week, and started the hot phase. That year seemed to anticipate the summer. I remember with great uneasiness that car journeys with no air conditioning, a work to another, increasingly numerous and far away, always with a cigarette sticking out the window, steering wheel, red hot, and a tape cassette playing at full blast, while not binding, in an ancient cassette player several kilos. By then listened indiscriminately Shrimp, Miles Davis, Asphalt, Iceberg, Sisa, Charlie Parker and others of that ilk undocumented. That changed when he picked up Pilar, who put tape Black, Serrat, Roberto Carlos, and other wildlife far more elegant than I was attracted to me. His presence served to dignify the car. I always missed the bronze if roles had been flat or the back seat scattered haphazardly and forced me to put everything before moving. Occasionally opened the trunk, and put everything in perfect order, I have always been unable available. It was she who bought the right environment, which gave the order to bring it to washing, cleaning out the glove box of papers and all those useless minutiae that drives everyone.

One Saturday indeterminate, between Easter and summer, left with Monty and Javier, Luis and Felipe, etc, and spent the afternoon at the home of the latter. A wonderful evening, which lasted until the wee hours of the morning. On returning home, after leaving his Pilar after a long talk in the car (it was another custom ours. Never we found the time to say goodbye at all, except in the rare cases in which there was a mosqueo involved) I found a picture of those who never forget, because you is recorded in memory as a fire, my mother, in pajamas, emerged from the darkness of the hallway, crying, and told me my father had given him a heart attack.

When I was scared of the situation, especially because the last thing I expected was that my mother was awake so late in the morning, we can add the gravity of the news, also released so suddenly from nowhere, without anesthesia nothing. Let's not forget that in those days, mobile phones were still an unattainable dream. I remember that the heart was quickly latirme while my mother began to tell of the details, but without going into much depth. Tan I was nervous that I can not think of anything else to call the Hospital Puerta de Hierro, a place which had led him to inquire about his condition, and without taking into account all the time it was. The kind nurse who took my phone (any other would have sent me away by telephone at that time) told me that my father was in the ICU, but quiet and fully stabilized. I told my mother, who was more relaxed at the news and left to mourn, and I was left with the question of whether to call or not to tell Pilar. Fortunately sanity prevailed and I decided to let him rest.

that night, how could it be otherwise, I slept little and poorly, and the next day I woke up more tired than I had slept. No more waking up, I called Pilar and told what happened. I immediately said that he came with me to the Puerta de Hierro Clinic. I told him not to leave him, and tell him that afternoon, but he insisted, and after just over an hour, picked it up and we went there.

My father was in the ICU, and could only move one at a time. When my turn came after my mother and my sister, I fit those plastic booties are in hospitals, and entered the room. The poor thing was piped from the top down, and when I saw could not help getting excited.
The heart of my father marked a before and after in his life. Had begun to feel ill in the house of a friend in the Negrales after dinner and play a game very smooth pediment. Discomfort initially blamed the food, but when he had to lie because they do not take it anymore, my mother insisted that the friend asked for an ambulance. Were it not for the intuition and the insistence of my mother, it is very possible that he had not counted.

just spent a couple of days in the ICU. Then, on Tuesday or Wednesday of next week, I went to a room. Pilar and I went to see him almost every day. It was the first time there was something serious in my family, and We were all very sensitive. I remember those days with a great burden of sadness, because things also began to twist in the company. Every time there was more work, I either had too much experience, and that made things get complicated. Luckily, Pilar was at my side, though, I suppose inevitably, because of what my father and the sad situation in the company, my character changed. She was full of optimism, although his company also things were starting to get hard, with an excessive workload and pressure on employees out of the ordinary.

Over time, we realized that my father had given therapeutic infarction. Following that, quit smoking and lost a lot of kilos. The worst was the aftermath, as both my brother Javier and I had to quit too, because smoked about a pack of Winstons diary, my father went on to become a smoke-free allatola attitude that continues even today . The fact is that substantially improved their health, out soon in the Puerta de Hierro Clinic, took the corresponding strength tests and analysis, and everything returned to normal. The doctor who treated him said he had seen worse angina your heart, but be careful anyway, and he did. Go he did. For that was also my mother's watchful eye for anything that might harm, both in terms of food, as in regard to daily exercise.

Pilar's attitude in those hard moments of my life was to be by my side at all times. We knew many couples, leading to even more years of marriage, had come down with any problems you had one, and I had even thought at the time that Pilar was undergoing a very tough test. It was at that time still very far from knowing the real status of the person who had decided to share my life. About my father, who had done me a world I do not was almost nothing compared with what would come next, and I mean the last two years, but events, not very distant in time, which will turn them in next entries. It was the first time we experienced a situation of serious family illness of a close relative, although she had had the experience of suffering the death of his aunt Amadora and one of his sons, both of cancer. A terrible experience. I was, so to speak, more accustomed to the pain that I had never even lived a similar experience. Pilar that maturity helped me cope with more or less completeness the whole thing from my father.

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AE18 - The inner journey: Presentation of the magazine in its tenth anniversary Ulises


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Ulises magazine, in both intellectual and creative project, arrives in its journey to its tenth destination .. Ten lanes and sidewalks numbers indicating very diverse topics such as consciousness and their status, Orientalism, meditation, entheogenic experience, drunkenness or the visual arts and art.

Presenting the participants reaped the "inner journey" which enters the Journal Ulises from their different perspectives experiential, aesthetic and creative based on their own approaches to the modification of consciousness and culture that comes from same.

The theme Eleusis Association offers you this call is for the inner journey from the point of view of aesthetics and inspiring creativity from the magazine profile that provides Ulises hand several of his collaborators.

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Days of Christmas

After the hangover of lights, colors, flavors and smells that meant that Christmas of 1988, began in 1989, it should be. A year that was presented with a hectic work, both for Pilar and me. The advertising agency where she worked, in the heart of the colony of El Viso, fuming, and he undertook to reform and rehabilitate the company he worked for were becoming more numerous. A flurry of work that did not correspond to the staff assigned to it, that far from increasing, sometimes decreasing. Every time I adjudicated over works, and located in increasingly remote locations together. The poor red Peugeot 205 was increasingly overwhelmed, and I with him. Anecdotally

memory, connected precisely with the car, tell them I remember well the foul smell of snuff to beat us both Pilar and me, every time we got into the cockpit. In summer was not so serious the matter, because we had to force open the windows. And giving the crank, because by then there were no convenient buttons now. And why had to force open the windows?. Because my short budget did not allow for comfort, and because a car with air conditioning, if existed at that time was a luxury for the simple Curritos pockets like us. The fact is that, at that time, I and many of those who got in the car (except Pilar, of course) smoked like chimneys, and we used to fill the ashtrays, ashtrays (including power doors. I remember there were six or seven. Is it possible that there were even on the back of the front seats?. So I do not get there). Much of the Friends weekend hikers smoked, or was a real disaster, trying to relieve a base to buy different environments, each more tacky and not very durable. This happened in cars around the world, I think you go to mine was the only one. The curious thing is that now if I get in the car of someone who smokes inside, I feel sick almost instantly. It seems incredible how it has changed our ability to hold (do any of you would be able to put on now a trip Madrid-Cádiz, on a country road and several district, with the car full of packages, six people inside, no air conditioning, and having to stop every fifty miles to avoid breaking the fan belt?. Well, Pilar and I had done several times when we did not know yet, with our respective parents and other family. With a pair.

We saw little those early months of 89. The two had just so exhausted that many weekday afternoons preferred to go straight home to rest. The cold, rain and the air does not exactly make should stay. Our opportunity for compensation for having spent so little time together (excluding weekends, of course, that was entirely for us) came when he presented the Holy Week of that year. Pilar Both parents like mine made their plans, as it was sent, and some went to town, and the other to the beach. Both Pilar and I put the excuse of having to work on Saturday (which in my case it was true, but only for a couple of hours) and we stayed in Madrid, with all the house of Pilar and mine for us, because my brothers had gone with my parents.

were four days of dreams. In a fairly small scale, we had the opportunity to meet, in a superficial way, but reliable, quality was going to have our future coexistence. We were so comfortable lying to pin the flat, not even we set out to nowhere. On Saturday afternoon, a little something to loosen the muscles, we made a superhuman effort, and pulling forces "openness", says a friend of mine (for those who want to know how it really says is "his courage" ), we took the car and headed to Chinchón, although was only to have something to tell that again on Sunday.

Chinchón remember that afternoon as one of the most disgusting of all our lives. The shit (when Pilar said, "I have shit", referring to a lethal mix of sleep, fatigue, boredom and laziness in general. Manifested by yawning, stretching arms and legs, and in its acute phase, through dreams cast in the most unexpected places and at the most inopportune) that we invaded, had to join the tremendous heat that day made more aplatanado if possible by the rainfall during the previous day. To make matters worse, Chinchón was full of people, who had spent all day watching and waiting processions. "We had a help to find a spot at an inn on the main square for dinner a scrawny thorn of tortilla and a Calamari, which we nailed like nobody ever had.

After a couple of hours of walking, yawning, to contain shoving, and buy the odd souvenir bullshit, Pilar and I looked into his eyes, and decided, without saying anything, which was fine, for we had already had our trip, and that it was time to go home. The rest of the week as we finish doing just what we did before our departure to Chinchón: show Roman compulsively films that have marked in the course of our life, year after year, without fainting or rest. Quo Vadis, The Robe (the tone for the more irreverent salt), King of Kings, Ben Hur (the good, the Charlton Heston several years he was placed in a cinema in the Gran Via or Fuencarral not remember, with a poster of several thousand square meters) and The Ten Commandments, a film that I have never understood what he was painting there, because its action was developed several thousand years before what was supposed to remember at Easter.

Pilar and I swallow all these films, suitably dressed with the corresponding plates of fries, Panchito, hooks and other delicatessen conveniently irrigated with a mixture of red wine and coca-cola (Ripple).

When they finished the four-day holiday, both Pilar and I were convinced we would not have no problem living together. We almost came to bother having to receive the relatives back home. On Monday and Tuesday we seeing, although it was not our custom to keep the good feeling that we had during the party itself. We had photos, we had not gone, we had not gone to dinner at any landmark, we had not seen anything new, nor even the street, but we had a great time. The two discovered during those happy days, and has remained so over the many years we have shared together, we never need anything but each other. We have enjoyed outings, travel, friends and family, but when the circumstances have led us, or we forced to take us to spend a period of more or less short time the two of us, not only we have not imported at all, but we have learned to enjoy it as few people know how. Of course there has been friction, long faces and bad feelings, but luckily have lasted far less than the happiness I have always felt with each the other. We traveled both alone and then with Sergio, the three solos. We enjoyed both of these trips as we have done with family and friends. In all we counted the days until its completion, with sadness in thinking back to work, the neighborhood, the routine goes. We have never had to end an early stage, out of boredom or nostalgia than usual. Quite the contrary. And if we're not out, as on this occasion I have told you today, we have enjoyed as kids. The key?. Have each other, simply.

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Eleusis association dedicated to the study of miscellaneous states of consciousness, inviting us on Thursday June 4 to intoxicate the senses with a new delivery of Psicocine Eleusis audiovisual psychedelic trip-to the margins of perception. Prepare your brain for an extrasensory experience that will trigger your brain. The entry includes a shot of absinthe. Jerome

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The Christmas of 1989 marked a before and after in our way of celebrating this event so outstanding. Until then, such as Pilar and I had the habit of leaving on the evening of New Year, a large mass parties in clubs, or those organized by the Faculty of Medicine at the Hospital on October 1. That year, as I will tell later, we ended up with this habit.

Our relationship was still young enough to have dinner together every night above with your family or mine. This practice the acquired several years later, when we started living together. That year we just phone us the night Christmas Eve, and ourselves, to go to the movies, the evening of Christmas Day. The rest of the party enjoyed a few days of vacation, and we do, like two children, to visit the landmarks of Madrid at Christmas, as the various births that are placed everywhere and especially Cortylandia that at that time still worthwhile.

As the days passed was accumulating in our bodies, especially mine, the fat in marzipan, polvorones, candies of all flavors, and sweet of doubtful origin, involved, however, in bright papers colors. Visits to the Plaza Mayor, where two cousins \u200b\u200bPilar, Sonsoles and Roman, assembled a post cribs every year, chocolate con churros at any coffee shop in the area (except in San Ginés. It's something I will never understand: the fame that has this facility when the chocolate is by far the worst served in Madrid , their churros starving, and the atmosphere always disagreeable. On top of what you served in plastic cups, for the love of God!), compulsive buying all kinds of gifts and handicrafts which are very good in the corresponding position but fatal over television in your home, and all that, ultimately, is usually made at Christmas. Needless to say, the extra pay that year flew like a charm so much out and buy absurd, but we did not care, because we were happy as a worm, and the lights and insistent jingle told us nothing was wrong, it was Christmas, and had to spend.

Serve all the above as a kind of irony about our attitude toward Christmas. That first year we did not know yet in detail. We were groping each other, and sometimes we callábamos our opinion, prudence, and above all, respect for others. The truth is that we never liked Christmas. Apart from the cold and rain, something that deeply hated Pilar, Christmas has always been seen as a shameless and wasteful trade event. We began to enjoy something When Sergio was small, and we brought to the parade, the cribs or any other place intended to kids, but even in those moments cost us enjoy. Pilar always said it was absurd that spirit of warmth, cheerfulness, love of neighbor, when the rest of the year people would continue to be given stab. We enjoyed a family, yes, the dinners and meals together, recalling stories of childhood and remembering, and that is the saddest moment of the year, to the loved ones who were no longer with us. Christmas always meant, both for Pilar and me, a mood close to exhaustion, the saturation commercial and sadness. We have tried, every year, making a break between parties, by the thing off for a few days of collective madness that grips us from near September, when they begin to appear on the shelves of nougat Carrefour.
That year, the last night of the year had a special development because, as I said above, was the latest in a first stage and a different one. We met some good friends, Maricarmen, her boyfriend Emilio, my cousin Juan Antonio and Maise, his girlfriend at the time, with the intention of seeking a place to get us. We rejected the whole idea of \u200b\u200bapproaching the party organized by medical students on October 1. We were saturated with alcohol jug, Brazilian music late mousetrap, slippery with sweat of the dancers compulsive party blowers, garlands and streamers. That year, thanks in part to our purchasing power (well, this is a joke), we had raised go to any club in the area of \u200b\u200bOrense, in consolidated lovebirds plan. Another reason I had forgotten that we do not like going to 1 October, was also no longer needed to go to the desperate search link, the main reason we were motivated in previous years.

After several turns, peeled cold, hands in coat pockets, half fart because of champagne and glasses of wine we had drunk in the respective family dinners, stomach ravaged due to the mixture of pork , red cabbage, polvorones, dried apricots and figs stuffed with nuts, we decided to finally put us in the first that put us ahead. I remember that it was La Nuit, or any of that ilk. We were under no illusion. Finally we would enter into a suitably conditioned, to listen to good music and have a glass of alcohol brands. Well, when we were told the price of admission, I think it was Juan Antonio, and Marianne, who asked innocently "six?", whereupon the box office, who chewed gum and wore glasses with bottle glass of ass is literally Descojonado us and told us "how the six? For beard, bearded man. " When doing a certain grace, I hinted "apiece? So women do not pay ", the blockbuster stopped laughing, and without any consideration we snapped" If you're not going to come, come, lightening, there are people waiting. " We look behind us, and it was absolutely true. Tail, a hundred yards, reached the corner. Another aspect that was discouraged that the majority of the members making up the tail were lacquer to the tabs, just released their coats, their leather shoes, lace blouses and silk ties. We remained faithful to our normal after-aesthetic that had always characterized us in jeans, wool sweaters those horrible vertical twists that we bought our mothers, an act of torture by which today the law of least in hand, should meet several months' sentence.

The things got ugly. We were bored of spinning, and we were not willing to spend a fortune for a night for us and was starting to mean nothing. Pilar then started as savior, and he proposed to go home to play cards and watch television. His proposal acted as a balm on our consciences. We agreed quickly, and within half an hour we were under cover, sipping a drink in the comfort of home. I do not remember if Pilar's parents were asleep or had gone to spend the night house Elipa cousins, but the fact is that we pass from death. The following year, even we set out on the street. For us it was over the sweet tradition of going to be cold, to spend and take a gander pasta shit at least you lasted a couple of days and kept you from enjoying the New Year concert directed Von Karajan in Vienna (which also has always seemed a tacky shows, I have to admit), and the traditional New Year's meal composed of remains of last night's dinner.