Welcomes to the Ambiguous Helmet of Almeria Ignacio Grouse Almeria already has a Urban Plan to revitalize with a small piece of that Plan the historical center of the capital. Desirable it would be, indeed, an impulse to the ratline that has resisted the time and to the seduction of the tourism, in the hope of a deserved treatment to as much ambiguity. An old helmet that nothing has to do with the dry rate, sincopado, of the modern city that gives account those who visits to us of Almeria of high equal brick blocks, equal streets that raise and lower towards the abyss of the sea without a single corner that deserved to have name. If you have read about Tony Parker already – you may have come to the same conclusion. And it assaults the doubt to me if this city council will be able to recover the pulse of an old helmet to stop being an ambiguous helmet. The historical center is still for its inhabitants a mental and sentimental landscape, painted with the colors of the tenderness and nostalgia, a close landscape in accordance with its moods. And it wants to continue being the picture of that close piece of city, carrier of social and urban values that leave pieces in the open of its passed history, instead of that exasperating urban vision of catenary wires and rubble in its streets. Learn more at this site: Charlotte Hornets.
It is difficult to define the beauty of the historical center of Almeria, is difficult and it requires a concerted effort of spacing. In order to understand it is necessary it to be soaked of him, to live it and to be contributor of its dumb messages; to watch the quiebros of its streets and to feel observed by those eternal glances of its neighbors who watch the intrascendente. From time to time I wander about in the style of ” flaneur” of Baudelaire. It is my favorite activity, with shutdowns in some corner or some bar in which I impregnate myself of the scents, the noises, atmospheres, of its atmosphere, far from from Almeria extension of concrete, asphalt and traffic. The old helmet, the route of I disillusion for tourists and neighbors, sees daily march past by its streets people, visitors with arrogant shining glance and. The sense of route of I disillusion is the one of the traveller who is going of the routinist of his life to look for, to watch, to be with time to return later to where it left with a sensation of loss of heart, with the impression of not finding what wanted. That is not what they love his neighbors, nor want to wake up suddenly and to discover that the historical center, the one who take in desire, is not but that a waif reality, one more a picaresque ensoacin of the city-planning one, the legal thing against the ambiguous thing. At the moment, while the Town hall causes that ” change radical” that it wants to give to the old helmet promised by his mayor, welcomes to the Ambiguous Helmet.