Sala de Fiestas
From an early age I used to listen carefully to my mother stories about the holidays near the border. Since my youth while drinking with friends it was usual to listen the older guy’s stories about the weekend escapes to the brothels in Spain. As young boy I have passed many summer holidays near the northwestern border.
The region among its hybrid identity, divided by a river with idyllic landscapes is a place of pleasure, reinvention, an outdated space for immigration, and foremost an area of vivid cultural exchange induced by the passage of progress and decay that over time began to leave their marks along the landscape.
Nowadays, years after the Schengen agreement and the aftermath of EU economic crisis that hit the region hard, the towns remain a place on the map, an illusory space waiting to be fulfilled in between two countries of southern Europe. Still, where new and old people gather around a physical and human space, marked by ambiguities and contradictions common of the border zones.