If there is one good thing I learned under my “dirty intelligence,” it is how to write a resume and compartmentalize my thoughts. But one bad thing I realized after being around them is this: when money is touched by dirty souls and minds looking for power, it can destroy not only genuine people and lives, but entire countries and humanity itself.
So based on that—surrounded by crazy people taking advantage of vulnerable people and their misery, in a society where old people beg for money on street corners under the rain, where a new generation is taught to obey and not to think, and where corruption sits at the very top—I walk again to find a café con leche. This time, my perfumes and songs are not enough.
And I think: WHY DID YOU CHOOSE to build a dirty, fake society that increases immigration just to destroy hundreds and thousands of genuine immigrants who arrived here?
Why? For dirty politics? For population statistics and artificial wealth on paper?
You destroyed people. You screwed them up and screwed up a whole country. You built a fake reality.
Do you feel well now? Do you feel the enjoyment of being comfortable while destroying others?
Stupid politics with stupid entitled people.
At one corner, a senior begs for spare cents. On another corner, another senior enjoys his laundered money. Far ahead—more mess. Why? Because more money means more destruction? Because of bad rules and an attitude of “I don’t care.”
Early in the morning, a stupid communist woman doctor from across the ocean “put me in my place” when I told her clearly that without a proper chemotherapy strategy and clear administration rules, malpractice can happen at any time. Her ego exploded because she never knew the correct order of chemo administration. That is unprofessionalism—covered up by socialism and communism. And people die from it. They are poorly treated, and if you stand up for professionalism you are pushed down. Because egos and criminal games matter more than people’s lives. And where do you go, when “it is God’s will” matters more than expertise?
Yes, I am a whistleblower to a society that is shitty and corrupted to the core. Sure, you don’t want me, because I speak up. You are dirty, corrupted, and totally unprofessional.
And if your sister were my patient, you would be happy I am the way I am. But not for others.
It is the worst filth and double standards.
Why do people have double standards? Because of crazy minds? Or dirty souls?
I walk an hour and a half for my coffee, knowing that behind me, the shitty crazy ones will again break into my house and steal—because THEY THINK THEY DESERVE to shop in my home.
Your society is very dirty. And building a hospital won’t make it clean. It is dirty to the core.
And if intelligence taught me another lesson, it is this: to hate money, because I saw how beautiful genuine intellect can be used to make dirty money and dirty power.
And I hate it. I hate money, and I hate power—especially when it is dirty.
My Spanish restaurant is run by non-Spanish people. And my café con leche is actually a latte.
I laugh. This is the country of the fake.
This is the intelligence—the fake.
A country without genuine, normal intelligence protecting its people and their lives—how do you think it will survive? Fake, dirty, and corrupted, obsessed with money and power. It will destroy its own freedom with its own fake games.
I explained to her, “How dare you sell ‘café con leche’ when you don’t even know what it is or how it tastes?”
But fake is fake, and fake is the best “professionalism” this country needs.
And I miss my café con leche with azúcar moreno so badly.
Poverty in a fake, corrupted socialist country is worse than any other poverty—because there is no freedom left. Only dirty control, stupidity, and corruption on every level.
I want to sell café con leche with azúcar moreno—the original one—for 1.40 EUR = 2 USD on every corner of this country, and take out of business all the fake coffee makers with hidden agendas.
I think I know what business to start, lol. But how?
Just me, my espresso machine, my coffee, good milk, and good water—because even the water here is bad quality, lol. Azúcar morena optional.
These people must have their freedom. My 2-dollar coffee.
Café con leche.