Friday, 23 August 2013
It is irrelevant. At about 10.30PM the wind changes direction. The air cools and people start coming to the streets. Work is finished. You just have to wait and drink and smoke. Eventually, someone will buy. The art is the waiting. You wait and wait. Another drink another smoke. You wait and watch the theatre in the street. Andalucia - even all of Spain - is a very expressive place. These people are real actors. Nobody buys. You ask yourself 'why am I doing this?'. You have another drink, another smoke. You are joined by good company. Share a drink, share a smoke. These are the moments I used to work for. This is probably why it pays much less. Life is always relative. *F*** me! Just €2 to start the day with tomorrow*. I used to spend it on the train fare to get started. These days I spend it on a can of beer and couple of cigarettes. That is all it takes to complete another day, and reach another beautiful night. No boss - no alarm clock.
Thursday, 22 August 2013
Saturday, 17 August 2013
Thursday, 8 August 2013
I don't know. Promised work is not happening (thanks for that). As much as I love Granada I simply cannot afford to stay here much longer. You can live on very little if you have to. Not for me presently. Very difficult to make money here. You would never guess as a visitor - it is glam and beautiful on the surface. Itinerant life. Love it. Sometimes hate it. I'm moving on soon. Anyone got any suggestions as to where I might find work?