Illegal

I am talking about permits with a Don Quixote producing painter at the Sagrada Familia.
‘Terrible,’ he says. ‘The way the municipality treats street artists, awful! People think this city is all about art, but we can’t sell our work anywhere without a permit, and permits are impossible to get.’
‘So you don’t have one?’ i ask.
‘Not me,’ he says. I’d love to sit here, enjoying the good weather, drawing a little, chatting a little with clients. But here i am, with this case with drawings. As soon as i see the police, i slam it shut and run.’
‘How stressful!’
‘Well, it’s okay. I sell well. In the summer i am at the Costa Brava or in Mallorca,  wintertime i spend in the Canary Islands.’
‘You go there for holiday or to work?’
‘Whatever i feel like doing. You see those painters over there? They are members of an association, they have to stick to all kinds of rules. I’m not fit for that. ‘
‘You like your freedom, don’t you.’
‘Oh, freedom, my muse!’ he exclaims, throwing his arms up in the air.
I am inspired. I’m gonna do it like this too. Without permits, just illegal. And if i  sell well, like he says he does, i can go travel. Then i’ll do it just anywhere around the world!
I don't have a photo of the Don Quixote producing painter, so i chose one of me painting, a llooong time ago. 

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