Crimes of passion

We arrived weary travelers and were taken in by our friend who so generously shared his apartment with us. He lives near Lavapies, an area known for immigrants but one that recently has seen a rise in Senegalese moving to the neighborhood. The Senegal men who gather in the square have taken a shine to Tin and he to them. Yesterday, one gave him way too much candy and later he moaned with a stomach ache.

When we first arrived at our friend’s apartment he wasn’t home and typical of these Spanish buildings you enter a dark foyer and walk down a corridor that has a temporary light. When it finally came on there was blood on the wall, blood on the stairs, and up the stairs and on the wall and I imagined all sorts of ways it had gotten there. Later, our friend said he hadn’t noticed. Only this morning when the neighbor knocked on the door (our friend is the president of the building) did he learn that a woman was stabbed in her apartment by her lover on the first floor and ran up the stairs in hopes of finding help – only this apartment building like many in Madrid is relatively unoccupied due to absentee landlords who are now on the coast. The victim remains in the hospital, prognosis unknown, and someone has been called to clean up the blood.

Well, you can travel far from home and still find a little bit of home wherever you are. It seems that the heat coupled with the ailing economy is enough to make lovers murderous no matter where you find yourself.

The same elements also lends itself to the Spanish culture of going out into the streets to talk, eat, drink and get some air. This phenomenon is rarely seen throughout the U.S. except perhaps New Orleans and major metropolitan cities, but it is what makes Spaniards Spaniards – to be out in the street till all hours.

We were not here 12 hours when Tin caught up with the Roma band that he had played with in the plaza last summer, only this time his moves had become more sophisticated and his ability to attract tips were amplified by his having grown even cuter. He drew a crowd and promised them all he would return tonight.

6 Responses to “Crimes of passion”

  1. graham da ponte Says:

    Thank god you’re blogging again–was having big withdrawal! Luvu and T2!

  2. graham da ponte Says:

    PS: In the US it’s not “New Orleans and [maybe other] major metropolitan cities” where people take to the streets to socialize. It’s new Orleans. And btw, Tin is a musical savant. You are raising a scary-talented kid!

  3. Espania | GrahamdaPonte.net Says:

    […] she’s back, and in a big way. Her YouTube video of Tin y su banda Roma is maybe the most definitive evidence […]

  4. Keith Says:

    OMG! Tin man is really becoming the performer! I would love to hear the music that he hears coming from that drumstick! He is going to be so creative! Love to you three and have a blast!

  5. Rachel Says:

    Keith – he’s a big boy and has started to make demands like one!

  6. Mudd Says:

    Bloody part = bleh!

    Photo of window = WOW!

    Video = priceless…

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