San Sebastian

Where we are in plenty work to restored the broken goods somebody cam with the new “The Mario Vagina Conio House” has burned. That is not important in my history life, only why thirty years more later his house of “Punta del Este” was also burn. The brithish people call this phenomena “Poetic Justice” at this time this fucking bastard plotting to rob my house. Of his house just can conserved the drawn of his floor plan marked with the ashes. Like a Cartoon. During the restored time my friend Tata appears that make me feel more acompanied, so the community relationship was bad. I proposed him where we finish work go to live to San Sebastian that was at the north near the french border. The andalusian dream for the moment was finish, I’m goin to Amsterdam to buy a Wolksvagen Van in a three days trip. Comming back Ronda I take up Tata and we flee to the Basque Country. As brought to believe my Family name was Serra(of Catalonia) and Oribe(Basque Country) conceived the fantasy of looking for my ancestors Basque. How Tata will laughed as he was aware of my true identity. Years later the serpent Agustina Braun Blaquier can laughed to, when I commit the same mistake, but in this case with my family name Serra, and the place was Menorca Island. On the two trips all was paying for my pocket but this people was completely unable to spend one penny. The lack of affection in one more dangerous weakness we are like a homeless dog. The first caress started wagging our tail.There we was give ourselves foot and hands tied. One year living at San Sebastian and often going to Bilbao and Durango(the originary XII century town for the Oribe family). Never but never I feel any echo in my body or my brain. Years later in Hagia Sophia after entry I can’t go out, I remember I must turn back each day who stay in Istambul, at the time I’m ignoring my true identity. To day I know how many ancestors we have for the russian and danish side on the XIV and XV century from the Byzantine Imperial Family's, like Conmeno, Lascari, Paleologo......Sometimes you must to belive or blast!! Well coming back the basque country, there I keeping a very good client the Berazadi shoop and others at Bilbao. We rent an apartment at Urdanibia a Riding Country Club near the french border,why my intention was go to sale in France to. that was part for the argentinian mythology "If you don't succes in France, you do not succed". We had an other good client Marilu Azcàrate, the best antique dealer for the town and perhaps of Spain, I remember see on her shop the best Lacca Povera BookCase who I see in my life. Her first order was a pair of black octagonal at two differents shiny frame mirrors. She speak me after, Courreges loved and qualify " they are classics" . My friend tata was the most useless crafter who I see in my life, I did not know a nail hammering, I try to explain him several times how do this. _Look you catch the the nail with two fingers for your left hand ”thumb and index” then carefull slowly you hammering with two touchs just the nail can stand himself, then with the hammer in your right hand you hammering mid strong send him to the end. The result all times was, hammering strong at the beggining. The result all times was, hammering strong at the beggining and the two red fingers inflamedos by the coup, on the air a rude expresion. But that was not all, he was alcoholic agressive, one night completly drunk coming to sleep in my bed and that was finish in an homosexual ralationship. Obviously the follow day he don't remember nothing. This alcoholic homosexual relationship continue during several month. Despite my active acting on the sexual game, after this one on the daily life I'm the gay of the relation but how every was through the alcohol was banned speak about. I don't supòrted for much time this and I start flirt with a Basque Girl the daughter of the owner of the Country Club, she was named Maria Jose Rodriguez, her father are not for the Basque Country but her mother was for the high society of San Sebastian.