Mid-week, Angel and Patricia took me dancing in the Meatpacking District. We ended up going to a discotheque filled with Asian Americans where a couple of rappers offered a very funny show including songs charged with HIGH SEXUAL VOLTAGE. Apparently, the artists’ insolent tone must have influenced the entire discotheque because a few minutes later a waitress shouted “Bloody Bastard!” at Angel for not having compensated her rotten service with a generous tip. Anyway, we didn’t let her intimidate us and we continued to visit the furious young lady until we all ended up making exquisite movements on the dance floor in complete harmony with the earth’s rotation and the position of the stars.
The day before I left, I had a farewell dinner with Sylvia. As always, it was very pleasant to chat with her and have her show me some of the city’s most enchanting places. What can I say? She’s a magnificent person and that’s that.
I said goodbye to the academy in a much more uninspired way. As usually happens whenever I organise something, I made a mistake upon purchasing my return ticket and it coincided with the last day of classes, specifically with the screening of the course’s most recent work. I was able to attend four or five projections, including my own. The class received my “video clip” with more puzzlement than enthusiasm, although it did bring a smile to the professor’s face. As my flight was about to leave, I had to disappear in the darkness, in the middle of the screening, like a fleeting shadow that no one saw. I whispered a timid good-by which was returned by a few people and I left on the run. Goodbye NYFA.
I had enough time at the airport to lose my boarding pass, recover it at the newsstand where I had bought some magazines and think of all the things that I hadn’t done in the city. One of them, which was what most infuriated me, was that I had not kept my promise to my friends and former workmates at Minsk (www.minsk.es). It was simply to have my picture taken in New York wearing the “Ex-designer” T-shirt they gave me when I left the studio and to post it in this diary. In my defence, I should say that they chose the wrong model and gave me a woman’s T-shirt making it difficult to walk through the city streets as a travesty. In any case, I take advantage of this occasion to tell everyone that now that that pair of rascals have gotten rid of me, they have become the definitive graphic design studio. Take advantage of the fact.
As for me, what can I say? After winning Notodofilmfest.com, I decided to be brave and abandon my old job to try and do what I like, even if I end up failing. Anyway, I have to admit that as I returned by plane to Barcelona, feeling very nostalgic about having to leave New York and slightly terrified as I headed straight for unemployment, I couldn’t stop saying “OK… WHAT NOW? WHAT NOW?”