Apr 3
Relampago
I know I have not been writing for a long time. Well, I’m just saying in case anyone cares, I have been doing quite a lot of things that brought me joy and kept me busy. Whatsoever, what I am going to tell you about is only half a good thing and you’ll see why.
So, there I was, going out to look for some place new and I was staying there on a bench with the newspaper and a pen calling people, precisely in the downtown of the city, the very downtown of the very city that I live in. Unfortunately, the downtown is like 5 times bigger than the entire city so it’s not quite a thrill to be there (I kid, I kid, it’s more like… 10 times bigger, wink, wink). But that day, oh man! There was a thing in the air, apart from all the wind and the sun, there was a new positive energy that normally lacks around here… and so forth. This wonderful thing, as I was struggling with phone calls and wind, was capturing all my attention so I decided I should let my senses guide me and just follow the sounds that were enchanting my ear. And there they were, the Indians. No, really, true native Americans, singing there in the downtown of this godforsakenplace city.


And I had already decided in my subconscious that they deserved a reward for doing such a good job. Their music was wonderful, really well thought, and I was wondering what were they doing singing on the streets when they could be superstars. They were also offering quite a show, dancing and using all those interesting musical instruments.


My joy was even bigger when I saw they were selling CD’s and I immediately asked how much. After a small misunderstanding, I paid some around 10 bucks, getting over the fact that initially I had understood less. I asked the guy with the CD’s where were they from and he said like he did not want to say it that they were from Bolivia. Happy, I went home and played it on and on untill it was getting annoying to keep hearing it. I however questioned a bit the fact that the songs are all from a concert and in one of them they say “Buenas noches Lima, Peru!”
In a few days Romer!can told me that one of the songs from the CD was very famous. And I was shocked. I did not know if that was a mistake of his or if i had been mistaken, or if it’s all a total mistake and these innocent people were making themselves a mistake. So I proceeded to find out the truth from the holy internet and it told me that all the sons belongs to Alborada, a very famous South American band that was all over the internet and Youtube. I did not feel sorry for spending the money in that CD. I would have never known who Alborada is and why these Alborada representatives came to a country so far away to make money off something that does not belong to them.
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they play in brasov all the time. fake accords of something once sacred. pimped up bull for the untrained listener. he didnt want to say that they were from bolivia because alborada are from peru.
I saw them two days ago and I was frightened: as two of them were playing, the third was shaking some scary stuff, a pipe with feathers, or something, while a fourth was dancing with some CDs in his hands. The music is relaxing, I can’t deny, I heard it as I was crossing a street, in Piata Unirii, and I thought it is linked to the elections…then to some tai chi in the parc, then, as I said, i got scared. And I’m not the little bunny in the woods:)
They do look kida weird and scary, don’t they? But it’s not entirely the fake non-south-american traditional costumes that do the job.