SLAUGHTERHOUSE S/N

the francisco guerrero music conservatory is housed in the buildings where they used to kill the cows. at least that's what you infer from the positioning of the building marked ganado vacuna. the section once reserved for the sheep and the goats is now a primary school. the playground borders the entrance to the area where they slaughtered the fowl. and at the rear end of the courtyard where the music students have positioned themselves as far away from each other as possible to read -- a neurotic reaction to a lingering sense of claustrophobia, maybe -- you can follow how the herds moved through the narrow doorways separating the holding rooms. how felt the people who found refuge there during the floods? avenida de ramón y cajal, no number. edificio "antiguo matadero." (just?) another emblem of the city. and in its neo-mudejar style, do we detect traces of gonzález? he did do the row houses up the street. but the typicality of the slaughterhouse has more in common with the plaza de armas, which currently (although before last month it didn't seem in need of any restoration) stands at the intersection of the torneo and the bridge of christ of who knows whatever behind a giant picture of itself. façades. but currently, the slaughter is in the streets -- and not just near the stadium in nervión where the match is about to end, a kilometer from the old slaughterhouse. earlier this evening, there were even more police there at the stadium than for all the battles of the feria. more ill will for the crosstown soccer rivalry, apparently, although the betis fans seemed to be showing up late on purpose. and a late goal, in the ninety-second minute, to break the tie and win the game for the away team. a roar from the bar across the street. it wasn't exactly a slaughter, but maybe you were there, watching. avenida ramón y cajal 118. el kiosko. they say it's a great place for watching soccer. and they say the snails are good as well. the cows, the pigs, the sheep, the goats and the fowl. and could the snails have souls too? anyway, 'tis the season.