Martin is not in Madrid

Being paparazzi of paparazzi

Neither Dita, nor Natty celebrated their good bye to freedom. So, we had to do it, at least one day before the wedding. It was just in the family and together though, but I cannot tell that it was that easy going, you know…

Dita ant her beautiful wedding present – African dress from Pat

Natty junior

Natty and Kwame

Ewa and Natty

Kwame and Pat

Dita and Káťa

Ewa

Natty and his mum

Sculpture in the yard of Museo de Reina Sofia

In the beginning of december, my cousin Dita had wedding. After years of planning and years of waiting for official documents and spanish bureaucracy. So, I spent one day in Madrid just walking in the streets… But some things surprised me. Spain must be fucked up now. I saw huge lines of people in front of lotteries. It seems to me that people instead of working are just thinking that luck will help them… Well, this is why they are where they are… I also saw unusual lines in front of official buildings waiting for something – these were probably imigrants waiting for some support of work permit. I know it well, in Spain, you just wait and wait…

Huge lines in front of lotteries. This was a small one, actually

Christams tree, Spanish way

Portal from Plaza Mayor

I love these graffiti that all all around!

In the café of Reina Sofia

Street

Another graffiti

Lotteries

Gran Vía

Waiting…