History Museum in Madrid is closed for renovations, and no railroad open Monday, but no problem: I dedicate the morning to visit the same places as the characters in my novel. Funny, and how strange too, walking places your imagination has gone well in recent months: the Retiro, Paseo del Prado, Footbath, Puerta del Sol, Gran Via, a club hostess and imagination in a side street of this famous Avenue. Although the clouds are gone and now sports a bright, cold morning, the reality is confused with fiction, as in my novel Snow Falling on Madrid, despite the sun imagine the dark gray sky, just as the afternoon of Sunday, snowflakes, trams, coats and hats for sixty-one years, people walking bent so that you can barely see the face, and a man looking for other men who were once friends ... 
climbed to the roof of the Círculo de Bellas Artes. How time flies. Soon it will be eleven years that I attended on his way to Bilbao, a reading of Don Quixote in this building. The views are magnificent, and now with the same perspective of a bird, I see again the places where my characters move. 
Later I stayed with that rush of energy and excitement that is my beloved Oscar Oliveira, the press officer Algaida. I tell him about my new novel, a passage in which appears our friend Greg Leon, who has given me his name and profession as a journalist for one of the protagonists, and Oscar laughs and encourages me to finish it because he wants to read it. Friends do not know that many times the secret impulse that a writer needs to finish a novel is the enthusiasm of others. 
I have to take some books about Madrid, and I'd rather buy now and save them in the suitcase because on Tuesday I do not spend all day carrying with them. In the morning I have been in positions of Claudio Moyano. Leo Gregory has recommended me a book but not going to give me time to go, so I entertain in the afternoon section History of the FNAC, and then I strained at the Casa del Libro. 
I bring a few titles targeted in a notebook, and while I wait my turn to serve me off the alarm. Accustomed to the alarms go off at times when you enter a trade with the only result of the caretaker reluctant gesture that tells you that passes, there is no problem, I can not imagine that the young woman just out of the library may have taken something. One of the employees runs after her, in short sleeves despite the cold weather in the street, and return both to the store. The girl does not lose his smile in no time, even when he shrugs, as if the matter did not concern her, and starts you get so many travel guides Lonely planet as if to go around the world. The bookstore employee carries a box and tells him that are ninety-three euros. She, without blinking, out of fifty-two notes and put them on the counter. As sufficient money has been stolen I wonder if the guides because of a natural impulse to appropriate what is not yours or if, as the bookseller has told his companion, this is one which comes to steal to order. Anyway. 
has already darkened theater as we approach the Häagen-Dazs. Tonight television program recorded The comedy club. It is not easy to get tickets, let alone with so little time, but Maribel works on TV, and after a while we're both in the audience, front row. We do not know who is going to participate today, but Eva Hache goes out and announces that it will be Antonio Molero, Dani Mateo, Goyo Gonzalez and Julian Lopez. I'm excited to see Antonio Molero, which both made me laugh Los Serrano. Once a writer wrinkled her nose because I did not understand how fun Los Serrano. Yes, I replied, and Los hombres de Paco . I like West Wing or M ad men does not mean it is not able to have a good time with other less elite series. I could not convince her. She to me either.
We had a great time. It's fun to see The comedy club on TV, but live much longer. I assure you it is worth spending an hour without stopping to laugh.
© Andrés Pérez Domínguez, February 2011
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