paper mind: I LIVE HERE NOW: Dublin

Christ Church Cathedral

Dublin, or Baile Atha Cliath (its official name in Irish), is the capital of Ireland (or Eire) and my brand new home town. The reasons for my stay here will remain a mystery for now for all you bloggers reading this, so keep visiting this blog for more info in a not so far future.

Vivid (oily I think) colours of the River Liffey.

If you've never been to Dublin I can tell you it's just like Main Street in Disneyland, with its nice well painted little buildings, but as if it was run by a horde of drunks. Streets are covered in cigarette butts and remains of puke. By night (3 am, when all the pubs close) the city becomes a giant street party with people throwing bottles and taking a leak on every corner. Pretty fun, indeed.

Hello ladies

The average Dubliner is an expert drinker, very sociable and talkative (if you manage to understand their accent, that's it). They normally hate the English except when it comes to Champions League football, cause everyone cheers for the iconic English teams like Chelsea, Liverpool and Manchester United. In an attempt to distinguish themselves from their British counterparts they use some Irish words for some key elements like Garda (police), Taoiseach (prime minister), Dail (house of representatives) and the names of most political parties.

10,000 places to park and only one city centre? That's the best the Dublin publicists could come up with?

Paris has the Eiffel Tower, New York the Statue of Liberty, Tijuana has the Monument to the Street Whore, and Dublin now has the Spire. Built in 2003, this big pointy thing stands 120m tall in the middle of a city where the tallest building only has like 10 stories (because that's how they like them, short). Originally the Nelson Pillar used to be in this place, but it was attacked and destroyed by the IRA in 1966. The Spire now has a wide array of witty phallic nicknames like "the stiffy by the Liffey" and the "erection by the intersection"

And now
ADVENTURES IN DUBLIN:
After being thrown out of a local pub (3 am), me and my pals Sergi and Kervin, were happily eating a hamburger seating on a bench on the street when suddenly this huge wild Romanian with a giant belly started yelling at us something like: "fries!, fries!" and grabbed our paper bags and started throwing everything on the floor. Luckily we were out of food, and this sweaty guy just kept staring at us until we slowly escaped.