I was going to mention the concrete titles of the movies but I do not remember, so many scenes of elegant casinos and a distinguished audience, very well dressed and for which playing looked like a party like opera or restaurants.
Attracted by that splendor I go … al Casino de Barcelona And there is not a trace of greatness in this desperate place. The contrast is similar to what it was like to fly and the transport of cattle that is today an airplane. And more than aesthetics attracts the disease. Only in a hospital there are more sick but at least try to cure them. In the casino they overwhelm them, squeeze and finish them. I didn’t see anything so stark since I visited a slaughterhouse the year I worked with my grandmother in Semon.
She liked to go to Casino, was lucky and was proud to have her. The game has aged badly, like smoking. In this dark hole of man there is no pride of anything, no hope, and if someone comes out, it will be with help, professional and prolonged.
A lady of about 70 with Italian accent, ducat cartons cough, badly dyed hair, less teeth than you lack, has a loan of 1,500 euros in this horrifying jackpot. Another less disassembled but with the same shadow of death, I do not know how much it started but he has 850. Videollam of one of less than 40 with his little daughter and makes a list of everything he is going to buy if he is lucky, “and today I will have it, my love, my love, because the machine is hot.” The accent is South American. I stay 15 minutes and the machine gives nothing. I don’t remember looking at what he has spent.
Being here reminds me that dying is not the most serious. I look at another one that has been pressing buttons without luck. He hurts him to see and see almost in slow motion how his head and tour as the dogs that they feel observed.
I approach, I feel and invite you to what I want. The waitresses smile and serve the glasses as if they did not see the drama. No piety. Zero empathy. They remind me of ‘Hostel 3‘When a lady with a lot of dedication makeup to a kidnapped girl to offer her as a prostitute. These waitresses will probably say that it is their work and that they do not force anyone. You have to have very little awareness so that this is enough to reassure her. In very young boys roulettes they make ‘Croupiers’ and execute men who triple their age and consult their bank applications to see how much they have left and spend it. One was 2,345 euros – I have seen it, in Sabadell – and has changed 1,500. I may have other accounts, it’s true, but believe me, it doesn’t seem.
The man with whom I have sat down tells me: “The worst thing here is not to burn all your money but what you do to get more and spend it.”
He tells me his things. Sharp but messy. The phrases do not end but the meaning is understood. At first it almost irritates me that it gives its evil for discounted and that it does not present battle, but immediately I see that it is simply overcome by its circumstances. I ask him if it can be considered a form of freedom to abuse so wildly from the wounded, the weak and he replies without complaining: «Of course I am Carnaza, we are all Carnaza. Carnaza, ”says this word several times. «Of course I have done a lot of harm, of course they have abandoned me, of course they take advantage of the fact that I am a patient, we all take advantage of the weaknesses of others. We are all carnaza of all. Or do you have not abused anyone?
He had a wife, has a son. He scammed both of them and they don’t talk to him. He melled his heritage, lives at his sister’s house. He has lied, he has stolen, has run out of family, does not hesitate to be considered an unfortunate. «This is stronger than me. It may not be much to lie down, but it simply surpasses me.
I ask him if he believes that some help could be useful and carried out by the impact of his destruction I say without being true that I know a specialist. It thank me but departs. “Fighting is sometimes learning to load each one with your ordeal.” I tell him that I write in ABC and tell me that he already knows it and that many years ago he was my father’s friend. «He instead of playing, drank. You already know. It should not be easy. And that end. Although it called you many times begging, you never answered. Carnaza, Sustres, Carnaza ».
