Washington: yoga against bombs

For: Javier Brandoli (text and photos)
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Do you know that you are in a gay bar? He asked the guy sitting next to us on the square bar of a bar where everything around us were men. “Sí”, we answer, shrewdly suspecting something already before to perceive that there was no woman in the room, see a huge gay flag hanging in the bottles and the two guys sitting one on our right side were sticking a makeshift amatory beating with some dissimulation since we entered.

He, after hearing in detail our response and confirm our understanding of the situation, sigh and he said: “Ok, then I'll tell you .... "and gave the starting signal for a wonderful, crazy and fun night at the only bar that then find open. He never stops talking and we never we stopped almost not understand, what it not seems to mind not change the fact that everyone seemed fun in that nonsense in which communication was a bad whiskey and some old songs 80 spitting constantly high and a television screen hanging over us.

He never stops talking and we never we stopped almost not understand

We come to understand, before alcohol will dry mouth, I had a good job and had a boyfriend who went to dinner at Little Italy in New York that it made him pay a bill of almost 100 many types dollars and he was Virginia but liked Washington and ironed white shirts Best. And as we invited another round and the waiter who was a cheerful and friendly guy smiled at us and asked if everything was OK, something that mohína city became a wonderful party something extravagant. One guy told me he bought me Francesca from the other side of the bar almost at once I saw him get involved with a third man. I guess that's the wonderful thing about traveling, desentendimiento all that fun is always ready for what looks where not looking.

Before all that had visited the monumental Washington. We in Brooklyn, New York, a bus which led us to the capital. I had a wifi that worked at a slow pace and we crossed a not very attractive road that left me only curious to stop to see the "damned" Baltimore whose detour I saw from the highway. Matt, an English friend of Al Jazeera told me recently that there recorded a series of reports from a city that is taken by a troop of heroin addicts and camels forgotten.

Washington stayed in Kalorama guest house A cheaper option and well connected by metro to the center we found online. In the suburban one understands quickly the US capital has nothing to do with New York. Your meter is neat and filled with people in suits coming out of offices in millimetric. Its streets are tidy and clean, as accustomed to everything to run ravings. The feeling is that the chaos of New York has its antithesis in this armed city officials, diplomats and politicians. In any case, both cities, each in its own way, I like two oddities that may not represent much the country, but that still know little.

A group of young pacifists Yoga to stop bombs

Under some rain we headed to the White House. Directly opposite the front door a group of young pacifists Yoga to stop bombs. I saw the protest in Washington was that of a group of people doing yoga I found a perfect metaphor for the city. The thing is, do not bother and collect the park when they leave that they do not like the deterioration of the environment. It does not seem to be working much radical protest, but they will put effort.

Front group yogui, while photographing dozens of people glued to the fence, a guy who looks like a Muslim accuses the US government cries of many evils and many demons. It does so with a drop down next to a suitcase. Chilla hard-for him and his companions protest yoga-, He speaks of Allah and no one, absolutely nobody, recriminates what makes or invites you to leave. I was surprised that total respect for all for so long, even I saw a quizzical look. Only a fierce storm that poured over us drove away all terror, including the Muslim protest that saw lost his suitcase across the city.

After rain, we went to the Capitol. It is a great avenue which seems to focus on the essence of America, at least its history, their pride, its roots. A tour between Constitution Avenue and Independence Aveneu that connects the Lincoln Memorial and the famous Capitol. In the middle is the obelisk, Washington monument, and the memorials of the wars in Korea (especially beautiful); Vietnam (especially sober); and First and Second World War (especially bombastic).

Its fantastic aerospace museum in which it is impossible not to feel a child

It was an afternoon and one morning we exhausted watching baseball games people playing on the lawn, the memorial of Martin Luther King in which seem to reverberate their revolution dream; its fantastic aerospace museum in which it is impossible not to feel the child who fantasized conquer space and the adult who will not be sorry not to have tried, museums and statues of their heroes ... I missed reconocmiento clearer mentions and all that civilization of Indians who owned those lands and those who massacred to create a nation to its extent that now fit all.

We dined in the area after the full channels of fantastic restaurants around the globe where you do not hear anything, nor close its doors at ten p.m.. We were surprised the ability to tame the wind that the city, Switzerland so perfect and so you get to ask if they allow embrace at funerals. Washington seemed so interesting from an historical point of view as too boring and ordered me to live. All that thought until I went into a bar and a guy sitting next to me asked if I knew that it was a gay club and began to speak and to question the statues can not muss.

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