MONTANA COLORS X WRITERS MADRID: HARDCORE ON TOUR. CHAPTER 2

When a train is called the "bicycle model", you have to ask yourself why... Back in the day these models looked a bit like the NY metros but with white bicycles painted on the red panel. Squared with double doors and the windows with a silver framing. and the windows with a silver framing. When you see the rows of trains along the platforms it is hard to keep from peeing yourself. I felt like graffiti still had its little paradise in this corner of Europe Everything remains intact, except for the train. The new aerodynamic form with a panel that bends, round like a beer belly. For the people who never got to paint the old bicycle train model won't even feel the difference.. But for the local writers and the ones who got a taste of the old one, got a taste of the old one, this is a big loss. We found a nice spot inside of a big hangar and the sensation of being in there with anxiety and a feeling of the security's presence... We planned for 20 minutes and 45 minutes passed by until a guy on a bike shows up to throw us out. There is nothing like seeing your panel in daylight to get that feeling that it was worth all the trouble... It is like when a artist sees his work hanging in a gallery. This is what we hoped for, that it it rolls around in traffic for the whole world to see. I simply love this, and i always imagine seeing it roll in at the central station while a crowd gathers. When you leave a city behind with the feeling that nothing has bothered you, that everything went down discretely, and your piece might be running for many days more, it is like good source of new energy. It gives you power to continue traveling on the roads, crossing waters in boats, border after border on this mission that started about 3000 km ago back home. The more north we go, the colder it gets... Even the trains turns purple due to the low temperature.! Here we recognize a model which is very typical for the nordic countries, the "S-train", which gained fame because that they always showed up with more and more painted panels over its corrugated sides. While I sat there in the snow in 20 minus degrees observing the yard, I wondered what the hell I was doing here.... The cold got under my skin while I watched the parked train wagon, awaiting the moment, and I thought that if something goes wrong I will have to run on top of the snow, which in its turn doesn't offer you much camouflage... But on the other hand I thought that the place where we would be hiding was going to be a lot less cold place than the one we where now. So it was better to go to action. After one minute of pressing the cap and letting the paint come out, the can seemed to get colder and started freezing my hand. You are left without touch or feel, and this is when you understand how difficult it can be painting in these conditions... You will have to stop to heat your hands to make it go away, you melt in with your panel, with the train, and you even feel like its hot while you are making lines and finishing up the piece. This is the magic in painting panels, Vandal squad!... To a spanish writer this word seems a bit false. We can imagine the pressure on swedish writers, but it is like imagining yourself that  all cops in madrid would have 100% of attention and that all the cameras and sensors would work, there is always some type of carelessness. But something is a lot worse here, you never see who is waiting for you. I need to see what is happening around me in there, and know what is going on. We already know a bit about the situation and it has happened to us before. You go in and you can't see anyone, you wait to see what happens but you can't hold yourself for more than 5 minutes until you start to paint When everything seems like its going well you suddenly hear something and see that... They spotted you! This is when you realize that this is only the beginning. There are people who get up in the early morning to check the yards, for days studying and planing each mission. The real Vandal Squads like the ones in Stockholm get it where it hurts the most from the writers. The writers show them over and over again who is in charge and they also show them why they exist in the first place! This is a place where everything has to go as planned, many things have to fall into place and you still need a little bit of luck. So get colors that covers well and put the fattest caps on them, feel the pressure when you press the cap... Without this we will feel lost. Without this we will feel lost. We are all facing the same risk. I remember all of this while I'm waiting for the train, and this time our worst opponent has been the bitter cold. The part of this panel becomes perfect for trying out the lighter colors, we need colors that covers well, and that they do in 20 minus degrees... Once again everything is perfect. Swedish style! Hard, rude, and brave people, be sure that if you have to run you will be prepared! To come here was a great motivation for this trip, but the further north we went, the further we had to get back, but no problem. Now it is all down hill and we know where to attack! Once again in the land of the MOAS. We are back by the same hangar, 3 we took our time to prepare a nice platform for us and got to work.. when there is less stress creativity flows better, the destruction gets reduced because it increases your concentration. It seems like they understand us here, we spent hours inside the hangar like if it was some type of amusement park. When you are used to getting 15 minutes it is a strange feeling... There is nothing better than this, even if it is not the most attractive model in the world to paint, i always remember these types of missions where things goes down with ease, where you have time to get good photos, like if it was all in slow-motion... In a city like this the feeling is different, it generates as much distrust as it does enjoyment. To know that the photos will be great and the video is even better it makes you appreciate time and not have to think of twice about the mission.