Shanghai appeared to us messy without deciding where the skyscrapers end and where the smell of the lacquered duck begins. We held the camera crew with a grimace of doubt, looking at buildings stretched up and stunned by the noise of scrap metal at ground level.
Skyscrapers are explained easier, Well the brick language is elementary. That is why we immerse ourselves in the alleys where barefoot children play the badminton between waste and women unwind fish and men smoke without a shirt about their bicycles. Far from postcards, The cities show their entrails.
Shanghai is too many things. You cannot describe together lines, Well there are too many points and apart, that do not give time to enumerate. We toured the city to frame a place with more than 20 Millions of humans, But such number of people cohabiting streets ends up dehumanizing Shanghai.
An infallible method to appease the soul of the walkers is creating karaokes.
And that is when the Chinese invent their bubbles, to be able to breathe. An infallible method to appease the soul of the walkers is creating karaokes. This activity has spread throughout Asia but in the city of Shanghai we discover a new concept of social song. Yeray and I sought refuge in a place that invited leisure, But it takes us to understand the type of entertainment that took place there. There was a huge bar, A DJ by clicking disc and a type of bear dress dancing in the center of the track. Then we were, There was no one else. The complex was a huge disco with television screens broadcasting football matches. I was so empty and so sad that we threatened to leave. Then a waitress approached us to ask what kind of room we wanted. That sounded sordid and we declined the offer, Whatever that room was. We take to understand that what they offered there was a space to sing. In a hall we had not seen there were dozens of rooms, with a dark glass through which it could be intuit what type of interior atmosphere. There were rooms full of bottles with boys smoking and singing rock and roll. There were also other decorated with stuffed animals and hearts, For teenagers who imitated their Chinese pop stars. There were small rooms for couples song, Salas as business for companies, There were as many rooms as moods fit in Shanghai. It was there, In the private enclosure, Where the Chinese were ventured in a voice in a shout, Without strangers.
It was there, In the private enclosure, Where the Chinese were ventured in a voice in a shout, Without strangers.
Yeray and I sneaked into a foreign party, In the Rock and Roll boys room and we last what the security took us from getting out of there. The bar was still empty, except for the man dressed in, Dancing alone. We went to the hotel.
The day in the city choks on the avenues, It hinders in the sway of people and sneaks through the sewers of the suburbs. It is at night when Shanghai is adorned. We had already seen it in other cities: The Chinese are passionate about decorating everything with neon lights that change color.
The walk through The Bund is the ideal place to see, across the river, Pudong neighborhood profiles, which concentrates Shanghai's most emblematic buildings. The skyscrapers are, course, Illuminated with pink and purple neons, Greens and oranges, that they change every minute. Meanwhile, The ships cross the river as Christmas trees, wearing endless colorful flashes that end up subtracting any solemnity from the most modern stamp of Shanghai.
The day in the city choks on the avenues, It hinders in the sway of people and sneaks through the sewers of the suburbs.
Another neon labyrinth illuminates the traditional facades and roofs of the Yuyuan gardens, so crowded and so colored with light and shopping centers, that end up losing grace.
Yeray and I continued to hold the camera team without knowing how to record the city. We had portrayed pieces of lives, Bubbles, crystal and neon and we went with the feeling that no one else fit there.
