Trileros on the Ramblas.
I take a walk around La Boqueria market in Barcelona, \u200b\u200b
between those living statues to have banned, or will prohibit, to pose with simulated weapons even if they are cowboys, Indians, soldiers or aliens, so they do not give examples warmongers to early childhood, say, and also for public safety, I imagine, is not going to be that an Indian to shoot an arrow, or a child is traumatized to a fluorescent green cowboy with a Colt in his hand. The fact is that ride, as I say, and in those I come across a band around a camping table, carefully worked the street are the one who directs the game, hooks and a pat or about Noob. So I take the phone and call my colleague Angel Ejarque, remote crime twenty years ago, but at the time was a living legend, King and other sets Trile street and say hey, splash, I drop my head in shame, years without seeing a gang of trileros currando the street, and the first meeting, to snuggle up with any illusions, it's foreigners, I swear, the east by the accent. And curran crappy, so I see and hear. Very cheeky and without finesse. Almost robbing people, see what I say. Tightened so that only lack shake the guys, who incidentally are three Japs with backpacks, to loosen the chip. And hear. And know that you came out of the street, but what about the fellas? How did your former spouses let them thus removed the bread from their mouths? If you saw this, the bones of the Palmae, those who are led or deprive the years, it would remove in their graves. I say no and the wheels, which was a teacher of teachers. Even the spring of halter you had time to give water would be a virtuous compared to import these odd jobs. What? Already a national trileros are not as God intended? Where are those artists nose and lip? What has become of Sideburns, the Catarecha, the Scratch, the Chinese or the Brick? Did not school? Does the world crumbles and we fall in love? That long on the phone. Such is. And Angel, shame, answered
is something we've become sissies, colleague, and we became old, and taxi drivers, or employees of something, and left the game, alcohol and Tordas where we went the Jurd, and Recently young people was more comfortable they become waiters or construction workers. No school was fine, so I missed the art. Look at me when we met driving teams of seven or eight virtuosos who ate the world, I even drew them to my children's piggy bank money, and there were days I picked up a quarter of a kilo, and here I am now renovated and clean rilas you of Currito in a security company. Took twenty years without rubbing a catechism, and do not walk into a bar or to go to the tiger. But hear what I say, at this point I warn a pinpoint of professional curiosity, do those jambos are laughing with grass or Trile? I answer that with grasses sing the hooks
Traviata with a Slavic accent, and that the table is so gross by the caps and the ewe, which have to be in Osaka for no expense. And Angel responds naturally colleague, because grasses handle them easier, are thrust in plan here I catch you here I'll kill you and everything is to hide the ball, while the Trile need art, are slow to implement and must be gigs turning a corner of a playing card and then another, with good hand. And it is that there is no style, he adds. Watermarks or gentlemen. And if the Noob cake bites and bounces up and host range. It is another style, do you follow? Also know that here is open pajero given quarter, and that if not passed as violent, as tranquis. Go to the streets en masse as they enter by the door, and so I ate three months now it is free. So this is sales to Germany, Pepe, every day you'll see more, becoming the masters of Trile, the lumis and everything. But good things also have, believe me. We were individualists, to see if I understand. After a good stick astillábamos and each went on their own your service: private, aunts or gambling of each. Remember? A pulírnoslo. Here, however, are in solidarity with them. Came to work: curran and live together as a group, save, organize themselves in serious plan, they have lawyers. When things are going pretty invest in usury, Whorehouses in arms trafficking and the like. They are enterprising rock, wanting to ride it. Are the future. Not fail, as some that you and I met, sleeping on the street with three cards: the bottom, the top and Don Simon. Passed as with everything else: they're going to take curran crude because it came with hunger and ambition and play to score goals. And there you are. Even laughing at the street, a colleague, we wet the ear.
Arturo Perez-Reverte
Dreams Designed by Dealer 
Robert Davila, the deaf person who has assumed political responsibility in the world more 
I have 78 years. 
collaborate with the Institut d'Arquitectura Avançada de Catalunya. 
I have 37 years. 
studied English Literature and was a journalist with the DPA. 
Dreams Designed by Dealer 