In Madrid, of all the hundreds, someone, with or without a hundred, will recognize it, although I will soon tell if it will surpass it, because in the social circles where it was the case, I was shredded in the parking lot last week and I stole the wheels and steering wheels after closing the cameras with belts and restoring the safety vents and turnstiles.
Get out of here, my most sincere admiration for the thief.
I’m not able to carry Mercadona bags without seeing myself at traffic lights, but this guy is afraid to carry the four wheels of an old car and tired steering wheels, which I assume he takes from his ears on the slope for comfort.
So this guy isn’t chorizo, he’s a Cirque du Soleil juggler.
Respect. What it’s worth to you is worth it to you.
In any case, I have to decide for myself that the steering wheel was the most voracious for me. Yeah, I’ll tell you Victor Nunezwho is now in the public transport, presenting me with a packet in my carriage, as the train cruises by, that I will accept nothing less than “good day, flying, sir,” the next time I see it.
Four carriages packed in Madrid. Two were worn out and abandoned.
“Let me open the car without breaking the vent and I’ll take it out” I tell my neighbor to encourage me with reverse psychology tactics.
Someone who steals your car is apparently less annoying if they haven’t broken your fan. However, I wonder why I should care about the condition of the fan if I don’t have it because it was stolen.
“You have the best,” added the elder, affecting the same strategy of the neighbor. “You can have things like lights, wheels, a catalytic converter or the inside of a car.
The truth is, they are both right. Spain is a country you are not used to because you shouldn’t thank because the alternatives are always worse. By forcing us to live in the third world, Our politicians are only keeping us in the second world movement.
Go away for a long time, I appreciate everyone.
Politicians who have given up the idea of exercising a monopoly of violence for the benefit of criminals need not be accused of violence, ultra-derecists or criminals.
And on the other hand, to the criminals who accepted such a generous offer to engage in this violence to satisfaction, but with meritorious contention.
Thieves in Spain will kidnap you at gunpoint in 2026, steal your carotid artery, steal your coke or sell your yogurt for just a steering wheel!
To your pies, bountiful!
No, nothing. These are the rants of life in progressive Spain and not Singapore. It would be better to live in Mogadishu. Or in Barcelona, which is the same as Mogadishu, but in the kitchen.
I wanted to go back to the Madrid metro with the stroller in the higher one.
He calls me Amiga Paz who are no more noble than the Catalans. Y says good.
But I didn’t like the Madrid metro and I didn’t have to go to class. Partly because my class is one of a thousand leches perros and my pedigree rivals that of a tiger.
It should be noted my antipathies with apelotonamiento, with noise, with the bad education of people and with other consequences of an unhealthy amount of more humanity than is recommended in a small, dark, enclosed and underground space.
Come on, it’s not that I’m a snob. It’s because I have no business looking after a cathedral bell.
Or a sailor or a submariner.
The point is that this Tuesday, between an hour-long journey in the most blocked metro in the history of the Madrid metro, there is a clue that can more or less say that public transport is the best advertisement that the automotive industry has ever invented, because it forces you to buy not one, even two cars: the first one for every day and the other one when it holds the second one in higher.
And yes, Troya dared.
“That’s very racist Cristian”I say one X.
It is not easy to say that I have no allusion to any race and that in general I like the sweat of a Madrileño as much as the sweat of a Nora, a Uruguayan or a lady.
But the thing is, the racism I was thinking about (because it’s supposed to be God who felt that the one bothering me couldn’t be mastication or noise, even just the color of passers-by) came back to me and then was accused of racism when my problem is with humanity in general. and especially metro authorities.
If I was ever called bad, I still would be.
But it called me a racist.
Yeah no soy racist. As I said Harry Callahan in one of the entregas de Harry el Sucio“I’m not racist: I hate all the same hair.”
This is the case with the metro. My misanthropy is exceptionally egalitarian and does not arise before a Spaniard born in Spain and with the hair he wears in Spain. I prefer that to Yupanqui Mbatha’s Waldorf Chen with quiet movement played by Fernando Pérez Fernández PUBG Mobile with all the volume that is in the high voices.
PUBG Mobile promotional poster.
So when the government launches the HODIO app, I enter it just to ask myself “Who hates you?”.
I will respond “everyone in the subway”.
The fact is that the Madrid metro reached its highest user record in 2025 with 736.9 million displacements. Up from 715.2 in 2024, which was again 8% higher than in 2023.
The fact is that Madrid is growing in population, just like the rest of Spain, but it is not growing at the same rate in terms of public services, housing or quality jobs.
Another thing is the urban chaos, the degradation of life and the decadence of public services, which prevail at the same pace as the propaganda of the Sanchist media.
We are growing in “meat” but not in thieves, asphalt, services, productivity or talent, because this population increase does not create more value than the simple increase in the number of people working for the same portion of the pastel of public expectations.
The Spanish talent, the one who could create that added value, goes from there to Spain whenever there is an opportunity. Spain exports productividad and dependence on imports because this is a necessary condition for the perpetuation of politicians and their politeness in the machito.
Want to know what I brought with this column?
In Spain, as it happens with my coke, no hay nadia behind the wheel because it was stolen.
And the real owner of the steering wheel is a thief who goes to sell it at a price much lower than the real one to the best African postor, bent or rusty.
This is a metaphor.
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