First of all, some news concerning the event calendar:
From Thursday, July 6 on, the city of Pollença is hosting a series of concerts. The concerts take place at different locations, they all start at 10:30 p.m. and admission is free.
The first concert is the „Luar na Lubre“, Celtic Music & Folk, to be held in the monastery of Sant Domingo in Pollença.
I would really love to take pictures but unfortunately, I can’t!
About four weeks ago in a bar, during a self-induced trance (yes that IS possible, even if my brother thinks I’m crazy!) my camera, my Apple® Powerbook, my Palm®, my pencil-case and everything else I usually carry with me was stolen!
»All like that only happens to you!« he grumbled already.
Anyway, lost is lost. But I believe my little séance had a very nice promotional side-effect, and if that is the case, then the price of my loss is not all that high, after all.
Five years ago, to this day, she promised me to change her life. »Really promised«.
»Truly promised«.
»I just need one week, no, make it 4 weeks!« she pleaded, grabbed my arm and almost squeezed my veins to mash.
After that, she changed a few rudimentary things but only very, very few.
Seven years ago I wrote to her, saying: »The way to hell is paved with good resolutions.«
Well, was I ever right!
Now, it seems, fate has taken the decision from her, from her weak, shaky hand. It also seems like Monica was right when, not long ago, she said to me: »This is Mallorca. Here, everything takes a while longer.«
As you know, I wanted to tell you the whole story, which has been occupying me for over 2 months now, from the beginning and in detail. A little bit further down, you can read some of it.
And the rest will follow. Including my comments concerning the devilish white powder known as cocain.
And if I don’t find the time to publish all details here, because I do have a lot of other things on my mind right now, then you will be able to read them in my next book. It will form the end of a very long story which will be based on my own authentic recordings, collected over eight years amongst crazy people on a rocky island in the Mediterranean, an island not far from Africa, which is too hot during the summer and too wet in winter.
A controversial place of extreme opposites.
Now, frankly I still don’t quite understand why she had to do what she did and top the suicide of an ex-girlfriend. But things are starting to explain themselves.
Yes, I am talking about her, my “private little witch” 
who has been at my services for over 8 years. Admittedly, we do have an abstruse relationship and I guess that by now, everyone living north of Inca knows the whole story.
If you ask me, hundreds of people were busy on her side… and me? Rata against the rest of the world 
… and a witch!
She could be a muse if she wanted to, but also an unbelievable pain in the ass whenever she was in a touchy mood.
And I would like to stress that I do not have much ass … so it hurt even the more!
In those moods, she used to simply knock over with her ass everything that had previously been carefully built up.
She loved to put my countenance to the test, to provoke me infinitely and she always had to take center stage, at whatever cost.
I have never met a child who had as much nonsense on its mind, … never.
Now I hear from reliable sources, that she is at least awake again and feeling a little better.
Very good.
I won’t say anymore.
Except, that if I have been able to contribute anything to it, mentally that is, then I’m glad.
So now I dare put two picture series online, which otherwise I would have had to destroy.
Under „El baile de la bruja“ (The dance of the witch), you can see some picture that I forgot to include within the Chivas series. They are now online on the Chivas homepage.
Andres of the Anubis Bar was with her that night. And unlike the rest of the pack that used to swarm around her, he was a real and true friend to her. Therefore I have put the picture series under the patronage of his bar, accompanied by my personal gratitude. Not lastly, because he and I (almost ;-)) always agree about (almost ;-)) everything.
That night, it seemed like she was not at all amused that I kept taking pictures of all the young, pretty girls and didn’t pay much attention to her. My little witch never liked that ;-), that’s actually why I kept doing it …
After a while she sneaked up to me and whispered a soft, cheerful “Piss off!” into my ear. Then she kept dancing right in front of my camera lens until I was frustrated enough to terminate my activities for that night.
The second picture series of the “Foguero de Sant Antoni 2006″ is now online on the BlaBla homepage. Even if the bar has been closed for some weeks now and will probably not reopen all too soon.
Well, my diabolic witch, I guess that was it then? I keep asking myself: Why do I care at all? Right from the beginning, all you ever did was make my life difficult. And that with great success.
In that respect, you simply remained true to your character.
144 (a dozen times a dozen) promises you didn’t keep. Because you never do! 
And frankly, I don’t like your self-destructive energy. I already let you know, in my subtile ways, that as far as I am concerned, you won’t get very far with your behaviour. You will keep running up against my walls, just like the clumsy moth outside my window, trying to get through into the light.
I’m just leaving the window shut!
Two weeks before the Easter holidays, I promised you a poster. And sure enough, I will finish it, if only as a rememberance. But only after I have pulled myself together again and when I see a light at the end of the tunnel.
And now, let me come back to you, you little fucked up bastard; he who stole the following things:
• a camera (Canon® EOS 10D, Serial No. 0630308026) with a damaged optical lens, (SIGMA® EX 17-35mm F2.8-4 Aspherical - Serial No. 2010736) and a 1GB Microdrive (IBM®).
• an Apple® Powerbook Titanium (TiBook) 1GHz, 768MB RAM, 20GB hard disk space and with OS 10.4.6 installed (Serial No. QT32607LN4M - the serial no. no longer appears in the system profiler, because the mainboard was replaced). An airport card is also installed.
• a telephone is no big loss to a rat, but
• the loss of my Palm® Zire71 really hurts, as does
• the loss of a complete set of very precious Graf Faber Castell® sterling silver pens, and the black pencil-case they were kept in.
The fountain pen is filled with green ink, which is very unusual and it can only be used with this ink. I had it drilled open so that it would comply with my eccentricity of wanting to write only in green.
• Furthermore, a few handwritten notes are now gone, much to my disappointment.
The stuff you stole was mostly rubbish.
The damaged camera won’t obey to anyone except me (because I’m a pro!) ;-). The computer was over three years old, the hard disk had even five!
But I could have continued to work with them, much to the delight of the tuvidaloca.net visitors. Now, I no longer can.
Me - yes, I could have!
But you, no way!
You don’t even have any of the charging devices.
If you had asked me, I would probably even have given you all the stuff - including the charging devices - for FREE! Not right away, but in one or two months, as soon as I would have been able to afford new equipment.
But now, let me assure you, you son of a bitch, that your unworthy little life will not be a fulfilled one during the coming years, because I will continue to think of you - and that for quite some time! You can bet your pimpled ass on that!
And I’m not talking black magic here, this is simply my strong will and my desire for fairness and justice in life.
May all your condoms burst!
Fate really does take care of these cases all by itself. Everything comes back to oneself, … especially if the personal distress of any human being was taken advantage of for such infamous deeds.
And believe me, it wouldn’t be the first time that I have successfully “taken care” of similar situations. Even without actually being involved, but only by careful observation :-P.
You miserable scoundrel, hijo de puta, you dickhead!
I would normally not have published all this here in writing, if it weren’t for the seven! (nice number, huh?) witnesses of all this.
No, my brother, I am not mad yet.
She has not gotten me that far! :-D
That is a power even she does not possess!
Oh, and something else.
The other one, she called me, but I didn’t answer. Shortly after, she jumps out of the window, high on crack. But not without previously writing me a goodbye letter, how thoughtful and caring of her!
»My dear Rata« she wrote, »you are always right … but I can’t take it anymore … I’m sure you’ll understand…«
No, hell, I don’t ! She knew me and my attitude to life. If I had only answered the phone, surely I could have rescued her. No, I would have convinced her to choose a different path. She was never able to resist my arguments. How could she have?
I always told her not to use her senses wrongly.
Logic is logical, 1 and 1 is 2, as long as the opposite has not been proven.
Now tell me, how am I supposed to live with all this in mind? She cannot have loved me. Liked and enjoyed, maybe, … but not loved.
Hey you stupid cow! Should there be an internet service in heaven, then make sure to read just what you did to me!
And the other one … does too many „dirty“ things … and then throuws herself into coma.
Girls, do you really have to be like that?
Do you think it makes life more exciting?
That’s bullshit! You are so perverted…
I must admit that I am bored by ordinary women. But on the other hand, witches are getting more and more difficult to handle…
When will someone finally invent a pill, with which a man can, on his own free will, convert to homosexuality? Now, wouldn’t that be a bestseller? 
¡Hay que joderse! - Tough Shit!
Anyway, I believe that at my age, there’s no longer the need to procreate. Even if the act itself is still as much fun
I guess I know why I prefer to live by myself.
I can belch and fart whenever I feel like it and no one takes the air I need to breathe away from me - except I myself.
Maybe that’s why I think I will now let the moth in. Here we go, I’m opening the window.
It’s impossible to live with you but it is legally prohibited to kill you. Civilization’s progress at its best …
Well, I’ll never.
Rata
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