Barcelona- the good, the bad, the ugly and the downright hilarious.
I never understood, nor had a taste for dark humour before I came to this city. Yet ever since I arrived, there are few scenes in which that ragged jester isn’t dancing on the periphery making me laugh at the most inappropriate moment.
Wanderer, adventurer and full time worrier. I distract myself from the End of the World by telling stories and drinking copious amounts of cheap beer. Very, very slowly.
I left India at 21, went to Scotland and picked up a big patient Scottish husband before I went to Spain and picked up a little impatient cat, Iran.
Together we live in the ghetto-like neighbourhood of Raval in Barcelona. One street up from Hooker Alley, round the corner from Robber Street and two minutes walk from the Sikh temple (gurudwara) which serves free food.
This crazy little ghetto of refugees and travellers has taught us all how to share food, shelter, love, alcohol and other drugs with open hearts. Freely given and freely received.
What does ‘If you want the dog accept the fleas’ mean?
This spanish saying (Si quieres el perro accepta las pulgas) can vary slightly in interpretation but the gist remains the same. If you want it- accept the whole package, the whole person, the whole city. Warts, pimples and annoying bathroom habits included.
And trust me, Barcelona has a lot of annoying bathroom habits!
So what does the blog title ‘Fleas and dogs in Barcelona’ mean?
The dogs in Barcelona represent the good stuff. The stuff which makes it into tourist brochures and travel magazines. The art, the culture, the architecture, the restaurants and super cool bars.
The fleas in Barcelona represent the quirky, strange or disturbing stuff. The stuff which doesn’t make it onto travel magazines, tourist brochures or politicians’ To Do lists. The immigrants, the squaters, the buskers, the drug dealers, the thieves, the punks, the indignants fighting for a better world and the wandering homeless crazy people with stories as tall as your dad’s dad.
A visitor comes to Barcelona for the dogs, but you can’t remain here without making your peace with the fleas.
Personaly, I often love the fleas more than the dogs.
Where do I send hate mail, love mail and show-me-yours-I’ll-show-you-mine mail?
prithika. nair @ yahoo. co. in
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