Edinburgh the Undead

Thousands of tourists flood the streets of Edinburgh on every given day of the year to take tens of thousand of photos. That's an avalanche of millions of pictures throughout the year and oh boy, so much to be photographed: ancient gates, ancient cannons, ancient walls, ancient yards, ancient places of murder, ancient markets and a few museums with a lot more ancient thing in them. You might get the idea by now, Edinburgh is a place with a good dose of the past. There is so much past here, that life itself has eluded the place all together and with no life there is also a drastic absence of death. All the beautiful things that one might find from Ayr to Aberdeen, are simply not there. The beggars are a merry bunch of gentlemen with a decent tan from working outdoors and tourists are being adressed in a polite way using their native tongue. With only museums and tourist guide left to tell the story of death and disaster, life becomes a stale repetition of tartan patterns, shortbread jumbo packs and rugby shirts. Edinburgh might have seen centuries of riots, public execution, warfare and plagues, but now even films set in the very close past couldn't be filmed here, since there is no spot of filth left. The notorious junky comedy "Trainspotting", supposedly taking place in the late 80ties, had to look somewhere else for proper locations. Needless to say where they were found: Glasgow, which is just miles better when it comes to urban decay.