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Day Four: El Maricón Alemán (Utanfor Sesongen)

Posted in 5D-II, Free Liu Xia, Free Pussy Riot by Knutsvik on November 12, 2012

Sunday, 11th November 2012. Andalucia.

I and O and W leave for Stavanger on Saturday, and we have dinner reservations at Skina. the food is as great as always. Skina specializes in seasonal, local produce paired with Spanish single grape varieties from small organic wineries. the chef’s Japanese background can be noticed in small, subtle touches like his use of raw fish and how he couples seafood with horseradish. the restaurant is small and seats only 18. it’s packed. the head waiter shakes my hand as we leave, and wishes us a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and adds that he hopes to see us again soon. – next November, I tell him. – see you next November, as usual.

we go for Sunday breakfast at a local bar. four German expats sit outside in the cold morning wind. they’re middle aged and drink beer and smoke cigarettes for breakfast. it’s too cold for us. we go inside and order up the whole package; toast, fried eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns and baked beans. two old Spaniards sip black coffee at the bar and chat with the bartender. they speak the local Andalucian dialect, and my Spanish is way too poor to understand much of what they’re saying, but I hear the phrase “el maricón Alemán” repeated several times; “the German faggot”.

then it’s books and beer and Sunday afternoon cigarillos on the porch. books and beer and Sunday afternoon cigarillos.

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  1. hobokollektiv said, on November 12, 2012 at 7:14 PM

    Books & beer & Sunday afternoon cigarillos & always a sweet son in mind:

    “Follow the cross of the south / And I will find my home / Neath the marble sky and the amber moon / By the graves of stone and the volcano tall / There’s a traveller’s truth, it says there is no truth at all / In a life that’s full of holes” (The Walkabouts)

    And always remember: Breakfast is most important. Especially at a local bar.

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

    • Knutsvik said, on November 14, 2012 at 4:29 PM

      ay, Fritsch, the traveller’s truth, huh? I guess I could subscribe to that – no hay banda, buddy!

      greetings from Andalucia!


  2. z ... said, on November 12, 2012 at 10:40 PM


    This is the Diary of the Real off-seasonal Beauty
    yet so very Timeless….thank you for enriching
    my Reality MK, here where I am siting quietly and writing
    Patty Smith in the Background …love it now ! Love Patty !


    • Knutsvik said, on November 14, 2012 at 4:32 PM

      ay, Zamoysky, Patti’s book about her doomed relationship with Robert Mapplethorpe is just great! it’s well written and very moving and I strongly recommend it – just read it, My Polish Princessa, just read it for I know you are a Lady to appreciate it……


  3. Francis J. (@pixeluz) said, on November 13, 2012 at 2:01 PM

    Well, it seems I’m beginning the series by the end. Or the middle. But anyway, I like the upper picture so much that I can’t wait, I need to comment here first! And read your text, also. A great text. With a bright no-conclusion: “then it’s books and beer and Sunday afternoon cigarillos on the porch. books and beer and Sunday afternoon cigarillos.” Great work, captain!

    • Knutsvik said, on November 14, 2012 at 4:33 PM

      ay, Francis, isn’t it always about no-conclusions and open endings – when it all comes down isn’t that all there is; open endings and no-conclusion, buddy?



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