The Exit
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Composite blog consisting of notes, reflections, weird jokes, trip reports and amusing stories from the death row; some personal, some told and some fabricated, I have to reckon!
BEWARE!! This is neither a porno nor a politically correct site... more probably is a highly misanthropic and overtly cynical terminal account
Ridendo castigat mores, that I freely translate as ”humor improves behavior” , not that I believe, but it sounds nice!
From The Death Row
Danarel, the Conjurer and the King Stork
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Some who may receive a copy of this letter don’t know who is Danarel. Discreetly, I inform everybody that he is my guardian angel. When it was more or less clear that I should come into being, my mother, the CONJURER, who was also a first rung ESPER (extra sensory perception), a TRUE BELIEVER, and THE LEADER OF THE PEOPLE, did something that had zero chances to succeed. She was desperate. She knew that age and situation, the Second World War was on the way, would not allow her to have more than one child. She also sensates that the package coming, me, will be a quite violent guy, not very easy to raise. Also, she felt that things may go from bad to worse. They did, the Nazis left so to say but the Communist regime that came after was no less ferocious.
Escape from Bilbao, Punta Galea
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Dear Danarel,
Do you think I am a fool?
I have the holiest hope that the matter of this letter and the illustrations accompanying it will not shock you because the last thing in the world I want is for you to get angry with me. I thrived, past tense will be appropriate now, but I expect things to improve, thanks to your magnificent protection revered guardian angel. As you know I am an architecture buff and architecture is the mother of arts for
Travels through the Gehry’s Land, part one
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Dear Danarel,
I probably kept silent for more than a year not for being, God forbid, short in subjects, as some people whom I know who can never get out of the disquieting news, boring job stories, kids’ achievements or misconduct, planetary deterioration or some basic health worries. Things are fine with me man (excuse me! the origin of angels is so controversial) grace to you, money is rare but the moral is high. To be sincere and straight forward I think that it was my natural laziness that took over. I dare to say that you cannot imagine what torturous efforts I have to make in
Travels through the Gehry’s Land, part two
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Dear Danarel,
This is the second and the last report upon my amblings into the Gehry’s Land. I still hate the little dwarf, EVEN MORE THAN BEFORE, but I have to avow that I am both puzzled and confused. Some vicious character will hurry to claim that I was never different. It may be true but not by lack of desire or attempt. So, I am going to try to put some order now into my orbs or meanders at your guise. Then, the two last space stations were the Louis Vuitton Foundation in Paris and the Guggenheim Museum of Bilbao,
Ecuador Monogatari, III
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Reporting from Galapagos upon trips in Ecuador mainland to Laguna Quilotoa and to the Volcano Cotopaxi
Dear Danarel,
children, relatives, and precious friends
Confusion rules supreme! Mankind is distraught from bottom to top and vice-versa. Regular speech is banned and you have to express yourself in eights. You know the figures, numbers you are meant to draw very slowly while riding a ridiculous heavy motorcycle, Yamaha XT1200Z Super Ténéré, 261 kg please, between obstacles
The Canyon of the Dying Arches, part one
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Dear Danarel
Three days ago, the Rolling Stones, my grand-son, seven, a born mountain climber, my strong-arm son, thirty-nine (still a child) and I, eighty (retired) went for a short ride to the Canyon of Arches in the state of Utah, near the city of Moab. The State was once famous for a rare form of active and legal polygamy quite unique in the Western World or Christian Civilization, call it how you like. The custom for some mysterious reasons didn’t raise general enthusiasm in spite of its thriving persistence in vast areas of the Muslim world. Life is unfair! The Mormons, under heavy pressure, had to give it up at a certainmoment and became, if urged by senses, regular adulterous bastards like everybody else.
The Three Rolling Stones journey at the Lassen Volcano, part one
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A true lie?
Dear Danarel,
children, relatives and precious friends
Abstract
I cannot build on doom the whole day long. There is wise, even for sceptic seers, it was suggested by world authorities like Dalai Lama, to take some time off, to aspire to some good time. It is true that you can’t never know ahead when and that the stealth Murphy wolf maybe stalking your’ unaware self when you expect less. But a famous anti-Murphy law says that he cannot hit continuously everybody, everywhere. I think that the general relativity too goes in this direction. When that vacancy, from anguish
Ecuador Monogatari, VI, Galapagos 1
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Charly and the reptile kings of Galapagos, part one
Dear Danarel,
I am at the Calama airport in Chile. It has a name, I forgot it. All the airports have a name, generally the name of a great man, a general often. Like Roissy. It is called Charles de Gaulle. “What battles did he win?” may you ask. Please, do not try too hard. None on a battlefield, even if he behaved as he did, but he won a couple of electoral battles.