murcia, spain, 1996

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3L3_ZtbqbE

with my double-compatriot, fellow ossie/spaniard, chilling at his aunt's crib.... was he a pinhead or a patriot? and if a patriot, he would have had to been a patriot of australia and spain, like myself....... the only person, not immediately genetically linked to me, hitherto, that i'd known of such condition... although i never cared much about patriotism much in those days.....

getting older, i know when i die, i'll never remember these things in a future lifetime, although i can recall the night scenes from spain now if i want to, but what's the point? and how was i able to evolve in those days being such a boozer, or this exact moment either, suddenly returning to those smokey, boozing heights...

one time, with my fellow double compatriot, i recall dropping him and his girlfriend off... we were 19.... pulling on the hand brake to slow the car down after driving fast... he laughed.......... empty lives? i don't know.... the town breathed history...

i remember how i met him, my friend, aurora, was, in those days - 1996 - the age i am now - about 34... i was 19... and aurora, the lawyer, and i, were tight friends.... in fact, my father had studied a law degree in spain, as had his brother, who is now a judge in mallorca.... one of aurora's friend mentioned that one of her friends had a small school/academy and an australian was studying there... i went to meet him... i still remember he had long hair in those days and i was growing my hair long and it was starting to matt up from the beaches and sun and some sand-papering work i was doing on the ceiling of my uncle's apartment....