Today I bring some very special shit-photos for me for several reasons. About 20 days ago I changed my office, moving to one of the most expensive areas of Madrid, also for several reasons.

 My new workplace is located in Madrid (Spain) in the area of Argüelles, very close to a big shopping center, “El Corte Inglés of Princesa street, and to one of the most touristic areas of Madrid (Plaza España, Gran Vía, etc.). Streets and avenues that I know very well.

 I usually get up early, I think, to go to my new office. Although I usually start working around 9:00 am or 10:00 am I like to arrive earlier, sometimes a couple of hours earlier. This has its advantages, on public transport I meet few commuters, if there is a breakdown, which is not so rare, I have enough time to get there and it allows me to plan my day with peace of mind (and also browse through Hive). In addition, I have a very special connection with sunrises and sunsets. It has a special energy for me.

 I have already mentioned that I know the neighborhood of Argüelles quite well and at this precise moment it is the one to talk about intuition. The morning of a Tuesday (I think it was Tuesday) dawned rainy, I took public transport as almost every day when at a certain point in my journey I was assaulted by intuition. I imagined some photographs taken that morning. Images assaulted by the brightness of colored lights reflected on the wet asphalt. I also imagined the steps I had to follow to be able to catch what was still only imagination.

 My final metro station (Argüelles) passed me by, actually I passed it by, I got off at Moncloa, a station further away from my new workplace. I had planned to take a short walk, but when I got to Argüelles I decided to keep walking as far as my intuition would take me.

 Looking at the photographs several days later has given me food for thought. In some of them you can identify a cleaning service. Madrid, like any big city is a sewer, and without this night work, poorly paid, performed in large numbers by migrants, Madrid would not dawn with the beautiful face that shows every day, but covered with a filth that, surely, would hide the beauty of this great city.

 This rain has coincided in time with the rains in Cuba and the electrical blackout suffered by the people of Cuba. Moments in which I have had in mind people I love. It is true that here the rain has been soft, but even if it had been a downpour, it is unthinkable that here the situations that occur in Cuba, which I appreciate, but it also saddens me. How much talent has been lost or this talent is not valued as it deserves for having been born in one place; and how many untalented mediocre people live like kings for the mere fact of having been born in another place.

 I want to finish by mentioning again my new workplace. In principle the rent is much more expensive than that of my previous office, but the work agreement with the new center opens the doors to teaching, which is something that I think I feel like doing at the moment, besides the fact that it will be a new source of income. These photos represent, in some way, this new day in my professional life.

 I hope this walk through a Madrid that is starting to wake up has been to your liking.