The Spanish conservative opposition had been insisting apocalyptically upon economic crisis for weeks and, finally, the prime minister Zapatero had to use the fearsome word instead of deceleration. I think he should have resisted more. If this is a crisis, what is the status quo in Africa? If I have a quarrel with my neighbor, can I call it nuclear war?

And whatever they call it, I think it's great news. Economy sinks and the consumption is reduced and there’s less shit in the atmosphere. It’s hypocritical to be concerned of the environment and boost the economic growth – it sounds just like wanting to lose a beer belly but drink more and more Heineken (think in green, is the brand’s slogan) everyday.

I'm dreaming of a Thermomix - the most advanced kitchen robot that is used not only by house wifes but also many molecular techno emocional top chefs including Ferran Adriá. Terraza de Casino's Paco Roncero said in a recent interview that he has 12 of them. Thermomix TM 31 chops, beats, mixes, whips, spanks, grinds, kneads, minces, grates, juices, blends, heats, stirs, steams and weighs food. It does almost everything but I hope it doesn't eat the

I've planned with Dida a Molotov cocktail intervention at FIT in Berlin in September but now I think that I'm going to propose him to do a performance  with a Thermomix. I could cook for the audience some delicious Canneloni filled with sarin and Ebola stuffed turkey

Now people are pondering their summer holiday destinations and I listed my favorite places, though Cuenca is one of the most beautiful towns on the earth. The 4th of July is the Independence Day of the United States of America - a realized utopia - and, admittedly, it influenced a little in my list.

Arcadia, Avalon, Hesperia, Eden, Aaru, Elysium, Empyrean, Neorxnawang, Xanadu, El Dorado, Ciudad de los Césares, Shangri-La, Shambhala, Atlantis, Utopia, Neverland, New Jerusalem, America, Fortunate Isles, Guantanamo Bay.

The stylish Spain beat the vulgar Germany in the European Football Championship final in Vienna. I watched the game in a small and old TV in a shabby bar in Cuenca, where we spend this week for my wife’s work. My wife says that football is opium for the people, and refuses to be interested even if her fatherland conquers a big trophy like this. It’s difficult not to agree with her, the Spanish nationalist politicians - including the government - said that this unites Spain and it sounds like a turbo boost for the oppression of the minorities and dissidents.

After the referee’s final whistle, I went alone to watch the people bathing in the fountain of Plaza de España . Somehow, the celebration lookes forced and there was a slight feeling of a post-coital tristesse. I think the Spaniards loved the myth of their national football team playing beautifully but never triumphing. Now in the future nothing else than winning everything will be enough. Only defeating Brazil in the World Cup Final will make people happy.

One thing I hate is when I’m asked ever day every summer if the Spanish heat annoys me. No, it doesn’t. In Finland, we have the sauna and it’s even hotter than the Spanish summer. In both of them you  just need to drink enough cold beer. But I have to admit that it’s difficult to work with this infernal heat, the Finnish artists that I know, don’t paint in Sauna, and my studio is almost as hot as any decent sauna in Finland.

Other thing I hate is when the Spaniards ask me what team I support in the European Football Championship. Why in the hell would I support Switzerland or Russia? I don’t have a flag of Spain hanging from my balcony but I love this country, including it’s football – and I also feel that I have right to critic it when necessary (very often). Lately,  I’ve been considering to give up my Finnish citizenship and vow my loyalty to the king of Spain. Maybe when I can show my Spanish ID card they can’t question anymore my heat resistance or my football feelings.