Me bring a few glasses | Jose Ramon Hernández Correa

Car of line, Seseña | Photography provided by Pepe Cholela

My people is scarcely to approximately forty kilometres of Madrid. Today there are many people who goes and comes daily, but when my parents were children this distance was inconceivable and insurmountable.

The majority of the neighbors had not gone to Madrid in his life, and those who were going were doing it as very much two or three times a year.

It was at the time typical that when someone was announcing his intention of going to Madrid, was receiving all kinds of orders. One of the most typical was:“Me Bring a few glasses”. This way. Ado.

The order could concentrate enough with:“Me Bring a few glasses of seeing”. This way yes.

And the interested party saw divinely during years and years with the glasses that the bold traveler had brought him of Madrid. The world was very simple at the time.

I always have thought that my people in the thirties had to be more or less like Macondo or as those of the movies of the West. Three quarters of century have happened and it seems that we live in another universe. In my house we are four persons and have three colutorios mouth different. Also I despair with the champúes for smooth hair, frizziness, oily, dry, fragile, etc, and it happens like to that of the joke: “¿And do not they have shampoo for dirty hair?”. I need glasses for farsightedness, and have the fault of not having a shower with them put; so more of once, down the water jet, I have taken a boat to I volley, have tried to verify what was and have ended myself smearing the head with body milk or with corporal oil.

Entire, skimmed, semiskimmed milk, with calcium, of soybean, of cow or of goat. Soluble coffee or of coffee machine, with caffeine or without her, native or torrefacto, etc. White, integral bread, of rye, of oats, pistol, chapata, etc. Why to continue? I belong to people and have already an age. Of child it was lunching bread with chocolate (only there was a bread and a chocolate), and I admit that all that overcomes me a bit.

We live in a world increasingly specialized and complex, where already it is not worth saying that you are attorney, driver or electrician, but you have to clarify if you are criminal attorney, town planner or of family; if you are a trucker of three axes, particular chauffeur or handle a retro; if you do facilities in housings, you design and mount automatons or do the maintenance of industrial machinery.

Puisque dans ce monde si complexe et sophistiqué, et la Compétitivité est venue à l’esprit au Ministre des Finances qui pour simplifier serait très bon que n’importe quel ingénieur (une industrielle, un agronome, des chemins …) le même pouvait faire qu’un architecte (des demeures, des églises, des hôpitaux, des théâtres …), puisque tous ont étudié des choses plus ou moins pareilles. Et, pour cela, il a ébauché un brouillon de Loi de Services Professionnels (LSP) qui attente au sens commun et qui cherche seulement qu’il y a beaucoup de gens en se battant, dans une inégalité de conditions, pour une tourte qui a été autrefois juteuse, pour que j’ai pris racine (il est supposé) descendez les prix des services. (Certes, donnée son actuelle majorité absolue, et le manque de toute espèce de résistance effective, ce brouillon a toute la tache d’arriver indemne au but).

This way, of a stroke of the pen, Mr. The secretary loads this antipathetic overabundance of moisturizing creams, exfoliants, reaffirmants, reparadoras … and it turns to the old man concept of the ointment that serves for everything and that leaves the shining face you as a rose. What times! What happens is that it has passed of returns and has given category of “universal ointment for the face” to all the already above mentioned ones (moisturizing, exfoliants, reaffirmants, reparadoras …), but also to the olive oil, to the fried tomato, to the mayonnaise… In the end all this is a nice and cool cream that it sits very well to the skin.

There happen to me many things that to say to Mr. The secretary, but only I say to him that, if it goes to Madrid, it me should not bring a few glasses. Not: You not.

José Ramón Hernández Correa · Doctor Architect

Toledo · may 2013

José Ramón Hernández Correa

Nací en 1960. Arquitecto por la ETSAM, 1985. Doctor Arquitecto por la Universidad Politécnica, 1992. Soy, en el buen sentido de la palabra, bueno. Ahora estoy algo cansado, pero sigo atento y curioso.

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