The One Weekend
Book Series

2005 — Nr. 8
Barcelona, Spain

Boris Hoppek and
Martin Lorenz

You don’t have to leave Barcelona to travel, says Boris. Walking through the lower barrio chino is a trip around the world in 80 seconds. Sex and crime. An old woman and dedication. Policemen and thieves. Life and death. Boris and I.

The old woman is peeling off Posters with her bare hands, every day at the same time, from the same wall, with the same dedication that guiris have to short pants and sandals. The police that forbid graffiti in Barcelona. The police that do not like seeing black girls‘ shaking asses projected on the neighbours‘ houses at midnight. The thieves who stole the water pipes made out of plum from Boris‘ house to sell them for one Euro to the shop nearby and leave behind a house without water, except for a flooded cellar.

Surrounded by Books and Barcelona, Boris and I are here to discover the essence of life, working with porn magazines, so old that we are afraid to discover our grandmothers posing with birds in their laps, wondering if used porn magazines have more stories to tell than those unused, wondering if the pin-up girls are still alive, wondering what they might be up to now, wondering if they would peel off posters.

Ravaleja. Silencio.

Martin Lorenz: Boris, you participated in the eighth volume of «The One Weekend Book Series». Tell me about it. How was it? 

Boris Hoppek: Well, first I got in trouble because I was too late. For lunch I ate something with yellow mushrooms. On the second day we got constant swell, around 1-meter waves from the northeast. Yes, the whole day nice waves while we worked under air-conditioning. It was great fun.

M.L.: Ha, Ha, sounds like hard work. How do you like giving Interviews?

B.H.: No, great fun! But I don’t like interviews! I stopped giving interviews totally. I get so many emails with questions, nearly as much as for penis enlargement pills with multiple orgasms, highly potent 36 hours hardrock, 500% more sweet and creamy cumvolume!!