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If there is one place in every city, which you could site as having assholes who work the door, and assholes who probably own it ( because your staff, you could say, is actually a reflection of yourself ),for San Sebastian, it would be GU.
Update from last night: On Saturday 13 August, I went to GU at 2am with another friend. The tall, black doorman told us that my friend could enter, but I could not. I told my friend in English to ask him why I was not allowed in. The doorman said I could speak Spanish, and I understood why I could not get in. I asked why again in English, and he responded to me in Spanish and he said to my friend and I that I could speak Spanish and understand everything so he was not going to speak English to me.
Now, I’ve only been living in Spain for 8 months, and I don’t take classes in Spanish because I don’t have time, but I learn my Spanish from day to day interactions. So I’m in the stage of understanding some and being able to communicate a little, but not a lot. So this assumption from him, was ridiculous. It seems that he knew I was of Spanish nationality, because of the police report I filed against GU, and so he assumed that I knew Spanish.
This is a very offending assumption and mistake that most Spanish people make. They also look at you, and if you don’t look Spanish, they will immediately assume you are not.
But he was a black man, so he wasn’t even Spanish. So that made it even more racist in a way, if you know what I’m saying! I honestly cannot believe the close-mindedness of some people and I have experienced these types of assumptions on many occasions, which I will write more about.
So, when we left the door of GU, we walked past the side entrance which was a set of stairs that had the entrance to the sailing club in the middle of the stairs, and the entrance for the bar workers of GU, which was at the top of the stairs. This time, there was a security man standing there. I asked him if he was police and he said he was just security. When we asked him if we were allowed to enter the sailing club, if we had a key card members’ access, to use the toilet, he said NO the sailing club was closed.
Then, GAY ASSHOLE came walking up to us! GAY ASSHOLE is the Club Manager because he has big muscles and a face in a permanent scowl. When I asked him what his name was, so I could share it all with you, he answered DIOS. That means GOD. I asked him for his name once more because I wanted to laugh in his stupid smug face and he answered DIOS. The man honestly thinks he is GOD. You all know that men who think they are GOD have big egos and small dicks. That’s all I’m going to say about him. I also took the liberty of telling him that I was going to write about him and share it all with you – to the whole world actually, and that is exactly where this article will be. I can’t wait to find out the real name of DIOS. If any of you know it, let me know. I mock punched his face and I could see the look of fear in his beady eyes. Because before the police report I made, he had no idea I’m actually Basque and that I live in San Sebastian, and that is something he should be very, very scared about. I would kill him but I’m too nice to do that, but I will shame him.
Before the incident yesterday, I went to GU in June 2016, with some friends and I I have never had trouble getting in the door. Actually, there is never an issue when you live in San Sebastian year round. However, this time, they didn’t let us in saying that it was full inside.
I needed to use a toilet, and I saw someone enter the Sailing Club which shares the same building as GU but is on the ground floor. I saw someone enter the Sailing Club via an access card, which is for members because I have friends who are members there, and so I climbed the stairs halfway, that run alongside the club and waited at the entrance until the member came out. It was clear to me they had also gone in to use the toilet, because it was 1am at night and the club was closed.
Then, one barmen from GU who was obviously bored or frustrated and was looking to entertain himself, walked down the stairs from the top, towards me. The top of the stairs was the direct entrance to the bar area of Gu which I had no intention to enter, and he asked me to leave. I explained that I needed the toilet and was waiting for the person inside the sailing club to ask if I could use it.
He said, THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY, to which I replied, WELL, THIS IS THE SAILING CLUB ENTRANCE SO IT’S NOT JUST YOUR PROPERTY. And he didn’t like hearing that, and saw that I was Asian and probably thought he could bully me, so he decided to exert what little power he had, to make himself feel good, and asked a colleague to join him in order to bully me to exit the stairs.
To this day, I have no idea why I could not just stand on the stairs because I doubt those stairs belong to GU. According to the Sailing Club, they rent the space above to GU on the weekends, but the whole building actually belongs to the Sailing Club and because those stairs do not have a door, my immediate thinking is that those stairs are PUBLIC. Maybe someone can clear this up for me?
After a minute of me saying NO, the GAY ASSHOLE who waxes his hair back. He had a scowl on his face……none of these men even tried being friendly to me, and it wasn’t even a busy night. There was no line at the door, which is the status of GU 10 months of every year because it’s not super busy…….these guys think they are running a club in New York or London, but they just chose to be dickheads that night. Like every small town country boy who wants to believe he is a city slicker.
The GAY ASSHOLE asked me to leave immediately, without even asking me or his staff WHY I was there, and when I said NO he called the police straight away.
What was I doing wrong by standing on PUBLIC stairs?
The police arrived within 1 minute which lead me to think they were being bribed by the club to keep close by. How else can you explain how fast they turned up?
My friend Steve came to my rescue straightaway and I was crying my eyes out because I could not believe how ridiculous the situation was. When the police asked me to go to the police station, I asked them what I was being accused of, and they had no answer for me. They told me that I was trying to get into the club without paying, which is the most ridiculous thing because I can pay and that was a story that GAY ASSHOLE had decided to tell them to excuse the fact that he had done something wrong. Steve told the police that they had no idea what they were talking about and just chose to believe the GAY ASSHOLE, without asking me what the situation was. The police were also aggressive with me and kept touching me to get me to stop crying, and threatened to arrest me. Steve and I told them that in America, the police are not allowed to violate my personal space, which they were doing. Even though we are in Spain, some of the laws and rules and the way the police behave remind me of a Communist and Corrupt society.
SPANISH PEOPLE HAVE NO CONCEPT OF PERSONAL SPACE.
In the end, the police left and we went home. But it was a horrible and disheartening experience and definitely put a damper on our night.
Afterwards, I asked Steve why the other 2 friends did not come to the rescue like he did, and he said that Sid said he was Black ( is this comment a sick joke or another serious fact that Basque people are racist to blacks too? But Sid has been living in San Sebastian for 10 years!? With his wife Diana – so making a comment like that, actually insulted me.) And lo and behold, the other acquaintance with us that night was Jewish, so there was nothing surprising in him opting out of coming to my rescue ( read my earlier comment on Jews ).
I feel sad that people run when they see the police because the fact is, the police HAVE NO POWER IN SPAIN.
Moving forward, about a month later, in July, I went to GU in the evening and this time, I was let in paying 15 euros entrance which included 1 drink. My Irish friend Owen had to go home to change his shoes, and I had taken a girl he liked with us along in the group. After Owen didn’t come for an hour, I went down the GU stairs to check on him. They let him in, but at the bottom of the stairs, MR. GAY ASSHOLE seized my tanqueray tonic, wrenching it out of my hand aggressively. He was trying to make me drop the drink and I held onto it tightly. The drink was full. He twisted my wrist and then put the drink on the bar outside and told me to get out of the club, because I was a prostitute! What an ASSHOLE.
The guy is insane. I think he must be permanently on cocaine. Owen came up to me, he had just been let inside, and told them that I had just tried to find him. They wouldn’t let me back in. I asked for my 15 euros back and they refused and I told them to call the police. They did, and when the police arrived, they made the same mistake again from a month ago, just listening to the bouncers and GAY ASSHOLE and refusing to listen to me.
When I decided to file a report, I filled it in and they then handed it to the GAY ASSHOLE. The GAY ASSHOLE had written that they were refusing me entry to the club. Which was a lie because I had already been let inside the club. Despite me telling the police again and again that this was the fact, they police decided that I had never been inside the club. RIDICULOUS. I wrote that they took my 15 euros and couldn’t offer me a service that I paid for, and I wanted my money back…..and also an apology that I had been called a prostitute.
All my friends were inside the club and even Owen had left me before the police arrived, because he was more concerned about fucking a stranger, than a friend who had spent summer driving him around to fiestas in Ordizia and Bayonne because he didn’t have a car. None of the friends inside bothered to call me to see if I was OK.
That’s true friendship for you, isn’t it?
In any case, I plan to finish my report on the GAY ASSHOLE AND GU and I hope to see them in court. ASSHOLES SHOULD DIE, in my humble opinion. I hope you go ahead and tell the GAY ASSHOLE about this article I wrote about him.