"That's what happens to me every afternoon, every moment of my peaceful free time. I'm better at home than on the street. But why? That is the question I wanted to answer after realizing such a fact. Will the new corporation get me out of this retreat?
When you are better at home than on the street, we can think that we are in a real home, a comfortable house and sweet company, or, that we are facing agoraphobic or unsociable people who do not feel or enjoy the day to day of their city, its streets, its people, squares or neighborhoods; that, among endless possible reasons, are what can make us live moments of such caliber.
But it turns out that it can also be due to other types of factors, other types of circumstances that lead us to closure, such as, that when walking through the streets of your city, they smell of a nauseating aroma of a landfill, that we walk through destroyed streets, without sidewalks or with sidewalks in poor condition, dirty nooks and crannies with the smell of urine, dog feces, streets surrounded by old, semi-derelict houses and with some or some of their exterior walls unpainted, half-painted or badly painted; there are only works, half-finished works, unfinished or badly finished works, neglected historical buildings or historical buildings stabbed with the shovel of a murderer of memories and history. Beautiful and endearing Charco de San Ginés, to see it from afar, or perhaps better in photos from yesteryear, when things were loved, without perceiving its muddy bottoms harboring bags, used tires, supermarket carts, accompanied by all kinds of garbage and surrounded by neglect and filth.
When they call painting containers art, with apologies to the artists alluded to, but who will surely respect my criticism, when the cultural offer is terrible and the possible leisure is little more varied than walking through the redoubt and visiting expensive shops, when the training and educational offer is reduced to leaving the municipality and waiting for them to open, the evicted School of Tourism and little else, I have doubts and I raise the question: Is Arrecife a planned city? The dream city? Or are we facing a city that has grown without planning, without order or harmony? Can it be called a city? If we could imagine Arrecife without El Reducto beach, without the Gran Hotel or the Castle of San Gabriel with its bridge of the Balls, what would we be facing? What do we have left? With the aim of showing what thing would stop in its port a Cruise or would be visited by a tourist?
We are not talking about a powerfully industrialized city with immense areas where companies, factories and places of large-scale resource exploitation are located. Here only, or mainly, what is sold is tourism. And I don't want to, because comparisons are odious, to name cities, which are large and small, but with known quality and excellence, cities of all kinds that are located in tourist destinations and that know well what they have to exploit and how.
Arrecife, I really try, but believe me they don't let me, without a doubt they deny me the possibility of growing fond of you: Reflect and look for what you want to sell and how".
