In the times when the world was flat, there was a people who lived looking at the party, at the violence. During the summer their religious and playful acts took place, and during the summer the most terrible violations took place. Not only in these warm festivities, but above all in them it became evident that when for some it was a game, abuse and barbarism, for others it became a lack of respect and pain, and sometimes death, as we will see later.

Grandma by grandmother and father by father, the world changed radically over the years. All those superstitions of the planitude of the world were left behind. Because science showed that this planet we inhabit was round. We really knew the Earth; the Moon, also on Mars.

However: holiday parties and violent violence. In these matters, nothing was renewed. And today everything remains the same.

Brigades of chaos. For the festivities, the town is passionate about the scarves: to prove the arrival of the festivities, everyone carries a scarf tied to the neck. People have been in red for a few days, others in blue and sometimes in green.

As in the four corners of the world, the summer solstice is the scene where the first gigantic festivities are held. Both the young and the old take the red scarf and head to the party: either to run in front of the bull, to play music, or to have dinner in company.

With the same modus operandi, grabbing the red scarf and tied to the neck, there come the brigades of chaos and confusion, which mix with the rest of the population and become invisible. At hours, however, they precipitated and distinguished themselves: some because of the spirit, others because of who knows what.

First they isolate themselves and then they fill the rest of the population with injuries; in most cases, women. And there begins the burden of the festive woman, of no one else than her.

They take their women reluctantly, despite their, as always, but this old novelty is to abandon them, after they've been raped, in the walls, or under a car, or in the sea -- so that those slender bodies swell and crash into all eyes.

Free parties. Parties are many and varied everywhere. But the game of some does not always coincide with that of otros.Las women have
asked for free parties to be held, which will be held on Sunday. They are asking to chase those squads who dress up as alcohol. They have been self-defence. And they've asked, they've asked the authorities to put the stop chip in the scarves of their neck. In all those that are sometimes red, blue, or sometimes green.

For those of you who don't know what the stop chip is, let's say it's a device, a small, dwarf electronic device that stops the carrier through a strong electrical impulse. The electrical impulse is activated every time you hear the phrase “no, fuck; leave it alone” a meter away. The third impulse can always leave the carrier of the device impotent, well and badly, as the tense body will not rise again.

Free parties and free sex. Scarf in the neck and penis in the hole. A scarf around the neck and a pinch next to the fuck. À la carte, but in consensus. Good weather and better humor.