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When I was in middle school, I bought a studded pleather dog collar. 

I was obsessed with Nana, a manga about a punk band. Never mind that I didn’t play an instrument, didn't listen to punk music, and didn’t know who Patti Smith or the Sex Pistols were. During the week, I begrudgingly donned a baggy uniform and the red kerchief of the Communist Young Pioneers, a mandatory school accessory in China. My weekend punk identity felt like—well, a rebellion. The collar was scratchy and uncomfortable, but it approximated freedom.

Youth is a time to test limits—of how far we can push against systems, of how true we are to our ideals. In this week’s “Letter to a Stranger,” writer Jason Christian looks back on his days as an anarchist squatter in Barcelona and reflects on whether he was fighting for utopia or performing an impression of it. His essay brings us to the beaches of Tarragona, to a picnic of manchego and olive paste, and to a treacherous swim while drunk on invincibility.

“The word for undertow in Castilian Spanish,” Christian writes, “is the same word used for hangovers: resaca.” Read on to find out how he emerged from the resaca on the day that changed his life.

Aube Rey Lescure, OA Deputy Editor

"I’d been in Barcelona for a year when you came to the squat where I lived, immersed in an alternative society of anarchists, hippies, and punks. We called our home El Crowbar, a nod of respect to the tool we had used to move in. We cultivated a hard-edge aesthetic, massaged our posture into art."

Jason Christian, "To the Traveler Who Saved Me From Drowning"

OA: You've lived in Oklahoma, Barcelona, Baton Rouge, Berlin, San Antonio, New York, St. Louis, and now New Orleans. Have you settled for good this time?  

Wow, you’ve done your homework. Yes, I used to get around a lot—in fact, I traveled with carnivals and fairs for eight years before I went to Barcelona. If I can hold steady employment in New Orleans, I’d like to stick around forever, assuming rising seawater doesn’t drown our city before I die. More than any other city in the US, New Orleans feels like it’s part of another country. It’s the city that reminds me most of Barcelona, but it’s often compared to Havana. It’s truly a magical place. 

OA: From someone who lived on the edge, you've become "a teacher, a husband, a citizen who votes." What's your perspective on protests, justice, and the possibility of radical societal change?

I’ve been disappointed a lot in my short life. The last time it happened was after the Occupy Movement, when it seemed like real economic change was on the horizon. People are comparing this moment we are living through to the tumultuous summer of 1968. But Ta-Nehisi Coates, a writer and thinker I admire immensely, has said that this moment feels different, more hopeful. Angela Davis echoes this sentiment. The biggest surprise is seeing people express concern for injustices from places you rarely see it. Namely, middle-class white America. So much remains to be seen, but it’s been inspiring to see young people take to the streets and not let up until they force a conversation most white Americans weren’t willing to have not that long ago.
 

OA: You once lived in Manhattan for free, in an abandoned school. In Barcelona, where this essay takes place, you and your friends broke into your living quarters using a crowbar. In San Antonio, you lived in a trailer park. What are your thoughts on squatting, affordable housing, and the idea of a safe and stable middle-class life?

I’m now 42 and still far from “a safe and stable middle-class life.” I fear I always will be. There are quiet, secret squats in New Orleans, just as there are in many cities, not “political” squats but more like camping indoors, but they are so precarious and only help a fraction of the population experiencing homelessness. It’s heartbreaking when you see so many homeless people and empty houses in the same geographical space. The solution to the problem is right in front of us, but the laws are on the side of property owners, and there is so little public housing available. Why can’t we redirect some federal money from a bloated military budget to fix up those houses and create more housing for the poor?
 

OA: What's the main difference for you between writing fiction and non-fiction? 

When I first began to write, I found myself recycling and fictionalizing true stories from my life. Later, I discovered the versatility and breadth of non-fiction. I’m now turning some of those early fictional stories into personal essays. I have an obsessive mind, and when I take on any project, fiction or non-fiction, I tend to dive deep into research. I think what I’ve discovered is that the research can recede more into the background with fiction. And with fiction, of course, you can manipulate the characters and plot to suit your needs. But if I’m honest, the more interesting challenge is sticking to the truth.

 

OA: What is your next writing project? 

So many things! I’m a story juggler. I usually have four or five going at once. I’ve been trying to write a novel, but I won’t say more on that for fear of jinxing it. I’d like to do an investigative longform piece about an unfortunate incident at a squat in Barcelona in 2006 that left one cop in a coma and three South American squatters wrongly convicted for the crime. The incident was used as an excuse to ramp up gentrification of the city. I’m also searching for a good potboiler true crime story that I can devote a few months of my life to, something from Louisiana or the South. (Send me ideas!)

 

Interview with Rowan Ricardo Phillips, by forthcoming OA contributor Gregory Pardlo, BOMB Magazine

"In 500 Feet, You Will Reach Your Demonstration," Jennifer Wilson, Rest of World

"Surrogacy Is Complicated—Then Add a Global Pandemic," Daniela Prugger and Oksana Parafeniuk, Marie Claire

You Do Not Have to Be Good, by forthcoming OA contributor Madeleine Barnes

"This Feels like Never-Ending," OA contributor Alexander Lumans, The Paris Review

Our “Letter to a Stranger” archive, now five years old, spans over 80 countries and features award-winning missives; a collection of “best of” essays will be published in an anthology by Algonquin books in fall 2021. Currently, we’re seeking new essays for our online column and invite you to submit. We pay $100 per piece.
 

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