Europe as I know it

I have been in Barcelona for roughly one week but I just started to realize the ups and downs of the society. And frankly its not to much different from Africa. The Disney Land that Europe has become attracts tourists an criminals the same. In my Plaza there are at least 10 police during the day. 15 at night. And 0 past 2 am. They tend to the prostitutes that plague the La Rambla district and herd them into the alleys. The eastern Europeans run illegal gambling behind tourist buildings while the Pakistanis sell noise makers and other toys. And they all come for the tourists. This astronomic immigration has drastically changed the demographics of the city, leaving the locals angry at both the invading criminals and the tourists. The tapas are not real Spanish tapas unless you go to a local joint, and even then you are not wanted. But because those local places become popular when a university student tells his friends about it, the restaurant moves to buying premade paella to increase profit and the whole reason they were special is lost. I went to a local jazz club this week and plan to go again tonight. But when tourists come, you want to make yourself scarce or the locals will curse at you to when flash cameras go off. Its a dilemma that anyone in Barcelona experiences. With no solution to the hatred of tourists, the dependence on the tourists money, and the overwhelming illegal immigration all we can do is take it with a pinch of salt as my British friend Ez says. When you want to go local, tone it down. When you want to feel at home, go to the tourist bars like Dow Jones. A bar where the price of drinks fluctuate on the board and every thirty minutes the market crashes resulting in a mass of people rushing to the bar. Tonight is local food and local music but now its siesta.