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There were only like two book shops in the whole city that sold books in English (I'm sure that has changed now though) so I would venture out to them and purchase these precious books and plant myself at different cafes and read for hours. The only one I had read before then was On The Road, but during this time I read practically everything I could get my hands on. Absolute favourite was Dharma Bums, but I must admit I was never very passionate for The Town and The City. It was only a couple of years ago I read a great biography about Kerouac (treasure found at the Lifeline Bookfest) which made me realise why that was so. Anyways... Apart from WOT of course and perhaps Arthur C Clarke, I have never read that many books by the same writer. And even though my fav book of all times is A Clockwork Orange, it is Kerouac who is and will always be the greatest in my eyes.
At the end of my stay in Madrid I wrote a poem called Mad Ride. It was my farewell to that period of my life, and obviously very influenced by Kerouac. It's a bit lame, and my English wasn't the best at the time (my Spanish was far better then) but sometimes I still look at it and it quite accurately portrays my 6 months there.
Nowadays I have very little need to read Kerouac, just like I have very little need to listen to Pearl Jam and Kent (because it doesn't fit with how I feel and who I am now) but I still love. Love lots.
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