The Human Drift built a landscape every moment of

HUMAN DRIFT built a landscape every moment of

Definition of derivatives: mode of experimental behavior linked to the conditions of urban society. It is also used specifically to designate the duration of a continuous exercise experience.

Among the various procedures Situationists, the drift is presented as a technique of uninterrupted passage through diverse environments. "The concept of drift is inextricably linked to the recognition of psychogeographical effects of nature, and the affirmation of a playful-constructive behavior, which opposed in all respects to the classical notions of travel and tour. Guy E. Debord?.

The tour of this concept in my memory has rescued teen experiences that, throughout the text, are transformed into literature, architecture, sociology, philosophy, subjectivity, individuality, in short, experience.

Therefore, and taking up that experience, try to make the way into my mind then I idealized, lived or chapter became lost in my own literature, the "this does not matter?. Surprised (because my knowledge of it was null and now rare) I know that people such as Foucault, Sennett, Certeau, Walter Benjamin and many others reflect feelings and experiences that connect in some way with a psychology student, then an administrative employee Catalan transport company, now defunct, "Mateu Mateu &?, which in Europe was known by the nickname of" yellow fever?, - the tarps that covered their vehicles were yellow - had a fleet that ran not just Europe but Asia and? Africa. There began my dream of seeing, travel and be trucking.

This little biographical sketch is to draw precise identity, the belongings of a process of observing, and / or transient, and / or traveler who not only narrated or described routes, but that he lived (and lives, but this is not relevant now for this story).

Well, at age 16, decided in the bosom of my family - and after an ad hoc preparation - which should join the ranks of workers in this country and become an additional income for the family system. So, with the heartache that my father gave him, I joined the ranks, inhabiting every place and every time since I left home at 6 am and returned at 22 pm, ending in the classes night high school. As Simmel says, in a process whose psychological tone was stimulated every perception, every momentary impression; converted then, a nomad from the sleepy town to a metropolis, gave meaning to my life by placing the space, color, light, life, drawing every step, every feeling olfactory, visual, aural or tactile.

I have no memories of the tastes of the time, should be stocked with the food of my mother and with a warning not to eat anything that I be given away in this sense did not try anything that encourages me to give "body?, to give my identity. I use the word identity for what I felt then is that it was "soul? at this rate every day, which was constantly repeated cartographically, and that my speech is narrated, so different in each view. Actually my identity, my religious tradition, my political ideal, I belong to a family, a particular social field was diluted in the mass of pedestrians, bystanders, flâneurs, gadabout, doglegs, dreamers, wanderers, night owls, frotteurs ( term I will explain) ... while to live that way no turning back, that stage (as Baudelaire transitory, the fugitive, the contingent) of perpetual motion I got older I was building, I was modified to the point to me now identified with the meanings of the urban living this new way of looking at the past is giving me. Agreeing on the other hand with the development of my individuality, my two teenager and working condition of the city.

That was me specifically, my peculiarity of "human being? address this terrifyingly large mass that had the ability - at least I think so - to swallow my relationship with spirituality, emotion and idealism against the proliferation of objective culture that some expressed as annihilating or at least belittling the individual a feeling of worthlessness, which as I said Pierre Clastres: "The power in societies with state based on the reduction of otherness and the taste for the same.? And of course the culture has grown!, but not as stated above "all staff?, in my opinion has grown" with and for all staff? And from here I would break the male connotation of body and city. "All this perhaps the main reason for the resistance of the individual to be leveled and consumed in a social technical mechanism?.

The journey. A place of departure (6h AM): San Fernando de Henares (Madrid), a place of arrival in the Plaza de Legazpi Madrid. Distance: 15 km (approx).

According to Ivan Illich, the transportation industry shapes a new kind of men users. You live in a world alien to people endowed with the autonomy of its members. The user is aware of the shortage of time exasperating causes daily use the train, car, metro and the elevator, who commute through the same channels and tunnels over a range of 10 to 25 km The user lost consciousness of the physical powers, social and psychic available to man. Intoxicated by the transport, the man who thanks to his feet do not forget that the territory is created by the man with his body and take over territory which is not just a landscape seen through a window by a man strapped to a chair .

I want to contrast the way in the two means of transport used. The visible: bus from San Fernando de Henares Alcalá street until, in the area that connects with transportation invisible: "Pueblo Nuevo meter to Legazpi?.

At 6 am, winter or summer, the wind chill is, at best, fresh, and in winter the cold is not inviting to leave home, add the dark of night and imagine the laziness and the inability to rebullían below clothing to hide such absurdity. On the way up to the stop chasing me silence, imposed not to wake my father. Only draw my feet crunching the road, lit by a poor electrical light, yellow, and far from the street. The trees were putting sidewalks in my path, revealing the small, low houses with red roofs facades bicolor, as a hat without style. Behind her loomed unequal sizes (and at that time some buildings that could not be very high because the rules of the circulation area at the time did not allow) and Cyclops eye still closed by the drunken sleep. As I approached the bus stop is humanized space, finding a travel companion (at least stop) of those who did not know their names but his gait, his clothes and his gestures and of course, your next destination.

From this moment, the fear I was leaving, heat and color of the "tail? bus invited me to recognize a part of the journey this car lost its front and limited visual perspective. With good morning and "please go stand at the front? the collector opened a path different from the feet. The bus then left the village, accompanying the train tracks until the next town, Vicálvaro (today by the dynamics of segregation Madrid district capital), had a path parallel to the road. On both sides of it, and even at night, were distinguished factories and warehouses, each having a shadow common: utility poles with those little bottles of white porcelain or green glass English. Madrid Vicálvaro, once the military headquarters and the "graveyard of this?, With pointed cypresses, daylight stretching to get us going through the architectural irregularity of the streets adjacent to one of the most widely recognized and popular streets of the capital: Alcala Street. There the picture is happy for a few moments, needed to get off the bus and being abducted by the metro.

The show of lights in the windows of shops in the shopping street, it seemed to be in a real world. On the subway waiting for us so relentless three things: two static, the ticket office to pick up the bill with its delayed tail, and two cabinets vigilant not to skip the hinged door for those who fall asleep, we did not reach the "time to work ?. The third, and extremely mobile: the subway.

How could such a chain of tubes of bologna-smelling coal collect as many people? Crammed against each other, pretending not to see us, without shame by proximity. The operation of this conveyance seemed like that of the red worm of earth, which, as we know, engulfing land, clean and deposits fertile and productive again. We, too, devoured, we stirred, we crushed and deposited us, uncomfortable, but precise, in the right place to get ready in the hands of the organization of production processes. But I was an actor and audience, recognizing the peculiar changes in the way, even on colored. Surprised journalism was in some way the collection of sociological data and the phenomenon of "frotteurs? (People by overwork, and time during the week not having sex, so that the necessary proximity to others, even complete strangers came to such intimate relationships but so unknown and impersonal, which is excited and entered in ecstasy in a door opening and closing of that giant worm). Of course I ever had the opportunity to see such scenes and other arrivals to suffer, if I'm not shoving changed place, seeking their own space and no tensions.

Of course, nothing compared to the ferries, were fascinating, every day I challenged myself to get the best of times, sort the flow of people in these human and senaláticas crossroads ... and what, by that time, the Metro does not offer business, or as pluralistic human diversity that today we can find. Thus, this interaction came at a time of 1 hour and 30 quantitative 'to Plaza de Legazpi, and with a light that seemed the trumpets announcing the barracks that marked the start of work activity.

To me, that really did not sit or inaccurate, and fluctuating imperceptible does not mean that there is. San Fernando de Henares - Madrid 1974. "The same factors that coagulate together in this way the accuracy and precision to the minute vital form an image of lofty impersonality, act, on the other hand, in the direction of a highly personal image? (The urban environment: places and spaces).

DAILY URBAN SPACE

Georges Perec, author, was born in Paris, Jewish and Polish. Perec was that the real world was essentially precarious and limited, it created a fiction, trying to create a universe that would give "space? and to provide "security and freedom of action?. He described it as detailed a manner that will cover much of the history, geography, politics and arts of the last century. Perec's writing is defined by another feature, the extraordinary accuracy.

Try to follow the letter of George Perec, but I fear that being in the moment long distance from home, not able to get my memory recovery exercise so hard, let alone with the precision expected.

In my street, the property (being built as residential ghettos) are not necessarily aligned next to each other, even if those who give their side of the road. This means that now you can hurt the alignment back to the main road, because a single street number may consist of several blocks arranged in a circle and enclosed by fences equal to the outside of buildings, forming small social ghettos with their own gardens, pools and playgrounds. Thus, the alignment of the buildings are maintained in a circle, always trying to keep the facade in parallel alignment.

In my neighborhood the street does not separate houses, separate blocks rectangular, circular, even octagonal shaped hives, whose windows and doors are symmetrically placed. Surely if it hurts like alignment are not allowed to hurt their own training.

Sometimes these blocks are interrupted by gardens and churches. My street has a name and, according to urban planning, even numbers are on the right and odd numbers on the left. Both start the numbering given that the lowest number begins oriented nearest main road, always taking as reference the Puerta del Sol, Km "O? mileage computation of Spain.

My street belongs to a neighborhood-product of gentrification. New Madrid, was once a pine forest - in fact the neighborhood is called "Pinar de Chamartín? - Which began as an industrial zone, thanks to urban renewal is now combined the landscape of glass, aluminum, steel and brick colored, the show is awesome!. With this type of development are wide streets, sidewalks allow pedestrians to walk prams and children around the parents. Occasionally the street is dotted with stunted and new trees, newly planted. Because if it is true that the city is unusual to find trees that Madrid is the exception that proves the rule, which we owe in part to the Madrid garden designers of the eighties, with the aim of change the ideology and motivate the citizens, gave the opportunity to dress the city with trees dating back to the nominees and the newborn, if their parents saw fit. Instead now the city development plans are reshaping the ways and roads belts as the M-30, which is stream the few areas remaining original trees on the banks of the ring road.



In the area where Georges Perec says motorists who do not want to leave their cars circular, is not so clear that they have an equitable, rather, this deal is impossible it is, taking into account that there are more vehicles suitable areas for parking, resulting in a use and abuse of areas for pedestrians by cars, still have serious economic sanctions can not meet the standards. Even now urbanites cars are manufactured in a size that can be placed under that other street furniture, street lights, which light up automatically as Perec describes, and that when choosing a home do not cause much fascination, as though they are needed for a comfortable transit, if it is at the height of your windows, you can not regulate your cravings, but its light is implacable implacable an hour - the lighting of your environment, or you can control all the insects that attract so dazzling spectacle.

As the standard is unenforceable parking all the signs in this respect was rusty and outdated, with a superb upright useless. So now the urban speculators will sell the house with a garage mandatory and thus forces the walls to have an additional opening on the street is the entrance and exit of the garage. Which together with the new concern about security has changed the morphology of the entrance to the house.

Now he awaits a door with an intercom only, now the entrance to the building has a space in the form of cell that contains a vigilant security cameras and highly effective media to control the entry "of all personnel outside the / buildings.

Now in the streets linear crossings are being replaced by roundabouts, which require vehicles to move slower and avoid collisions due to poor visibility and speeding. These roundabouts are being dressed as a garden or small islands are the ideal place to exhibit a work of art, usually sculpture.

My street has a very charming café, similar to those of Montparnasse, a small library stationery, a barber shop bordering a ladies and a store of "oblivion?. Its noise is limited to garbage truck from 7am 15'am and starts and office hours parking of vehicles used by employees as worthy buildings. Those who accompany a Burger King, a Gino's and Baby clothing store.

CARTOGRAPHIC TRAIL at 9am on any day of the week during school hours. Taking the small school to home:

St. Louis Avenue - Avenida Burgos - Pius XII, which makes a bend to the left, leaving the right to see the white walls of the Naval War College and logistical headquarters to the right. We entered the avenue Pio XII - all of it wooded so that if it were not so wide I remember the effect it had on the old roads that the poplars on either side of the road together in the sky to build a cool, green tunnel - currency and Training Division Chamartín Precinct after a street is followed by the Apostolic Nuncio, on the corner of the street "Fallen Blue Division? ... Embassy of India maintains a beautiful palace facade and longitudinal cream adorned with palm trees. On the right we have left the Hotel Pio XII and then a field that is being prepared to build a new private medical center. Start a residential area of ​​villas and luxury mansions on both sides of the avenue, some of which have been transformed from housing children in schools, homes, embassies or offices of government agencies, as the court of Competition.

We walked through the streets of Jerez Pius XII left corner to the right a branch of Lloyds Bank, left, shawls, these streets have no tall buildings are all luxury houses. Triana Street crosses us in one direction and forces us to go forward to take the Calle San Telmo, in which the right corner and a guard is guarding civil tricorn an Arab-style mansion Hispanicized - not brick-Mozarabic red, which happens to be the embassy of the Islamic Republic of Iran. Taking the money, we get an orange leaning on the other side of the fence for a two-story house wrapped in vines and feral plants that contrast with the rest of the landscaping of the street lined with cypress Arizona and remain politically correct posture the architectural landscape of the place. On the sidewalk on the left we find a nursing home, followed by a Mormon church. At the junction with Macarena Street turn left and come to school Willoghby collage whose yellow walls remind me & Mateu Mateu trucks leave the child, observed by the Andalusian type house tower, home to Antonio Gala, followed Embassy of Pakistan full of black background with bright eyes "agitanao? preventing disorder and increase aparcamentístico that originate outside the ambassador's garage all moms of students of that school.

Once you have finished the fight back to take Pius XII presented with sports right to the front and continued to work.

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