He has the Rayana area to the Extremadura station a quiet haste, the contradiction is worth: the hurry or the bustle of a labor and urban space that plays Lucero or is a lucero himself. Each one goes to their affairs, retirees or widows make the purchase and coffee are taken in a place whose name cannot be more diaphanous: Café Bar, thus, without further nominal attachments. He leaves the suburban and a happy, humble, laborious city, appears. And in it, the brick seen. And the green awning. On these two strut there is a Madrid and a Spain that live and survive. The one that arrived in alluvion in the 60s, to which the regime, in its developmental stage, did what it could by locating it in the big city, when the peoples of the south of the province were absorbed. A countryman that brought to Madrid the hunger of prosperity that ended up achieving and recourseing with calls, per month, to the people or Germany or Switzerland. The laws forced a roof to be ‘legal’. Only later, when Franco saw the ‘wolf’ of the problem, he gave the state machinery the commission of the brick and green awning housing, which is what concerns us. With its no more than four floors in general and with elevators and an isolation that are being added at this Millennium heights due to the logical aging of its inhabitants. Kike Carbajal, photographer, and Pablo Arboleda, architect and researcher of the CSIC , that together 11 years of work between them, have taken an unclassifiable book, ‘green awning. Postcards of another heritage ‘, in which the leitmotiv is to contemplate these urban nuclei “without adjectives” and propose a claim of these enclaves of Madrid where the concept “of suburb or extra -art” that is around the imaginary is for them more than debatable. They are the great San Blas, the well of Uncle Raimundo, Vallecas vibrating with felines in the field of lightning and also, and we must not forget, buildings of good see and a lot In real estate investment warns about what will happen to the price of housing in Spain in the coming months during an interview has explained what the market behavior and the role played by the regulations Aboleda and Carbajal play in an area, so many, where this Constructive typology created a form of socialization, despite the difficulties of the time. Yes, the 60s ran both of them the passion for this recent archeology and standing, and between one and the other they come together more than a decade of work that saw the light. To both of them, and they confess, they think that writing with blows of suggestion of his book gives rise to what, in the words of Pablo Arboleda, was a trip. “I tried a trip, a trip to the green awnings like Camilo José Cela made with his ‘trip to the Alcarria’,” he confesses. A walk with intention about the city counts thousands of awnings manufactured, in large part, in Tomelloso. They have not wanted to make an academic book, but poetic. How poetics is also the contemplation of a green awning to the July resol. Life passes in the number 1 of Francisco Brizuela, where there is not even a notion of a street with evocations of saints, paradisiacal places or unknown men and women. In this area there is joy, a living, Simeone, game by party. A lady, under a green awning, collects the dog’s excrement with fruition. In a bananas store in which they offer mangoes, the widow makes the purchase of the day. In purity, they emphasize grove and carbajal on the ride for the brick seen, everything is a heritage, testimony of a time and a country. Like the bull of Osborne. They do not get carried away by opinions in the talk, but they return to Cela and know that the snapshot, with or without people in the plane, is already a way of seeing the world. Green awnings, by mere logical law of habitability, occupy the terrace of the domicile expanded as a living room in many cases. There is green awning and brick seen in the central almond and outside it; Maybe that’s why the Mescolanza de Madrid. On the walk, brief, the concept of “popular neomudéjar” appears, which is nothing more than adaptation, in the previous constructive stew of the Matritense history, of how the city, in Casas Matas, inherited a medieval Madrid identity. In the space that concerns us, which can start in Legazpi and end up almost in the line with Toledo, many ways of being live together. From the sound broken, pure flamenco or the most impure, or more recently the trap. Or cumbia and Latin rhythms. All of them converge in the diaphanous of that Madrid opposed «to Madrid of the pools». Perhaps because this Madrid referred to these pages evokes a “more consolidated and cosmopolitan” city. Carbajal and Arboleda take a respite in front of the neighborhood traphagus. In the conversation, while a hundred meters in a butcher shop, a lamb is almost dispatched according to Islamic norms, the story bursts. The surroundings of the Alto de Extremadura, about seven decades, was “an extension of farmland.” A street, Castañeda Huertas, evokes the agricultural land that is today with all of the law. They were land of the old municipality of Carabanchel that were annexed. They bring to the present the old Almorox train, which brought and took the garden to the city and, in turn, cosmopolitism to the country in the humblest classes in the capital. An badge, according to his partner, to know “that he is in Spain.” While the conversation takes place, the walk, the buses parade in a traffic that can be the same as in Naples or Singapore, cities that, despite everything, do not have that particularity of the green awning, of the brick cooking in the ardent summer when May begins With its fire fireworks in the city. Since dawn until the morning is based. “There are many urban fabrics inside the green awning,” they say. The ‘vacui horror’ of these areas, which the authors consciously avoid adjective, results Dual, it also has its space. It is, that of the pools, a world much “more self -absorbed, young”, than the one who walks through Tetuán here in Madrid, or for the chana in Granada. As you can, with the authors. This is a city in which the methacrylate of the bars causes “bland spaces” not to be , the green awning, the walk, the book, its photographs and the models come to lead to a reality: the green awning and its “fixation in the common imaginary.” Although for this we have to use the already mentioned Cela or Luis García Berlanga with respect for landscape and countryness of the one who observes, walks, photography, builds and writes. In the background, the phrase that motivates his sleeplessness, entreciated from the writings of Ángel Ganivet, gives them right: «In the southern cities the houses approach their roofs. Light is left over (…), but fortunately there is a resource (…): the awning. Let us stan, then, and let’s get into ».
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