At the Santiago Bernabeu in Ziwa, the game is played every day.
All it takes is light and money to pay for satellite.
There is a television as big as a hope
a bar as small as a parrot's cage
and a few chairs still in good condition.
At Ziwa's Santiago Bernabeu you get in for free and you don't need a season ticket.
There's no ID check, you can bring in lighters, knives and hand grenades if you want.
Marijuana you have to smoke outside.
Beer, artisanal schnapps they sell you inside.
In this Bernabeu the only one who controls you is your alcohol level.
When it's full, whoever stays outside can still peek at the game.
And they can drink and smoke whatever they want.
Whoever arrives with a new bike pays for the drinks.
If you bought it on installment, you give him credit or a round of grappa is worth a ride on the bike.
You can bet, judge, argue and make merry at the Bernabeu.
There are those who have gambled their wives and those who have gambled their jobs.
Unemployed bachelors usually bet their lives.
But at Ziwa's Santiago Bernabeu Stadium, no one ever loses.
Because when you're last in the standings, you can't sink any further.
And at the final whistle, a new game always starts again.