BARCELONA, MOU EL CUL! Don't Let They Robe your Pa amb Tomàquet by La Fatxa

I’m crying in the night. Lonely. I couldn’t believe what my eyes were reading in the press these days. I’m crying, I need a pill. Oh, my God perquè m’has abandonat? Last summer, our catchyscratchy man in the high municipal power just was saying: “La unió de Bread & Butter i Barcelona s’ha reforçat mútuament i ha aconseguit un gran desenvolupament, on sempre hi ha innovació...

Estem en un nou saló amb una perspectiva més qualitativa que quantitativa perquè hi aporta una nova visió professional. Estem en un saló on hi ha els proveïdors que fabriquen botons...”. Aaaalto! Un moment! Botons? Have I heard well? Botons, estimat senyor cap del consistori? Maybe when you and your municipal government was focused on the “botons”, the Bread & Butter team was asking for real main improvements and you didn’t listen to. Oooh! I’m criying, criying. Is this real? If you, Mr. Karl, leave my homeland, I will die. Why do you go away to the kalt land yet again? Maybe the hotels here are expensive? Too too expensive? Although, és clar, if our politicians are focused on the buttons, it’s normal, I would decide the same. But I’m crying, my face is The Sadness. BCN will lose 60.000 visitors from other countries; will lose a lot of Euros and the hotels won’t be 100% full. And then there’ll be more space for the cheap tourism. More and more second class people will be in the streets, in my streets.

I’m feeling bad. I can’t stop crying. My eyes are red and blue. Why did you say: “Barcelona és l’amfitriona perfecta”? For who? For you, not. And thank you for your lovely words: we are a “fashion metropoli” –dangerous approximation to the Fritz Lang’s film. But despite everything, I don’t want you go to the Tempelhof airport. What do you want? L’Estació de França? El camp del Barça? La Ronda Litoral en plena rush hour? La Sagrada Família? La tercera pista de l’Aeroport del Prat, o la quarta o la cinquena? L’Hotel Vela? All those places are yours! All I need is your love. To be between fashion people, to look fashion wear, to taste fashion mineral water, to walk with fashion movements. But you said: “Barcelona, no llores, levántate y haz algo, mueve tu futuro”. And La Fatxa says: Barcelona mou el cul! Han vingut de fora i el pà i la mantega t’han fotut. Barcelona don’t let they robe your pa amb tomàquet. Be careful with Mobile World Congress. The most important event of handies in the world. Pay attention: the organizers received a lot of requests from other cities, but they ignore them... Is this true? Last year they promised to be here until 2012, but now, -pay attention, please- they are thinking to be here as the maximum time as possible. As possible.

It’s not time to be ridiculous with proposals like: “What about Bread & Butter in Barcelona in summer, and in winter, in Berlin?” It’s not time to play poquer with bluff face saying: “Antes de abandonar Barcelona uno se lo tiene que pensar mucho porque es un gran activo...”.

Barcelona, mou el cul!