La Mujer con Espejo
Here I am again. Watching Sex and the City all by my own, and picturing myself as Carrie with the rest of the girls, Raquel, Amparo and Miguel. But we are not strolling up the fifth avenue, but Gran Vía in Madrid.I miss my city desperately. It’s true though, that when I was living there I used to complaint a lot. About having my ass stuck to the seat in the tube with 40º in summer, about traffic jams and working places all along the M30, about the constant feeling of being in a rush, about commuting for more than one hour to reach my place of work…
I belong there anyway, and every time I visit, I feel like this statute of Botero: I am an obese girl self-contemplating in the middle of the crowd. Yeah baby, since I work surrounded by calories I have enough corporal mass to participate in the Cibeles fashion parade…damn it!
So next time I’m there I’ll follow my art teacher advice: “when walking around Madrid, don’t look at the floor, lift your head up and enjoy the buildings, the façades, the sky, the trees, the people…try not to miss a thing ‘cause you’d be missing a lot”.
