anarquistas? comunistas?

i had the pleasure of meeting ben in guadalajara. we both like some of the same things like revolution, zapatistas, stealing, so we decided to travel a bit. our first order was to find where the anarchists were hiding in guadalajara. ben had the address of the "biblioteca social praxedis", a local infoshop. we walk eight or more kilometers looking for this place and come to a building next to some sports stores. no markings at all. now this is fucking underground shit, i think. we try knocking on the door. nothing. knocking more. nothing. so we decide to write a nice note for them in embarrassing spanish which went something like:

hi, we are two traveling anarchists and want some friends.
is this the biblioteca social praxedis?
we want to meet you.
email us.
ben & matt
(A)

a man next door comes out because we're making so much noise. he says something neither of us can understand.

"donde....anarquistas???? comunistas??? bibliotec??? infoshop??? next door???"

i have never seen a man look so confused. from what we understood, there was a single man who worked up there, alone. i hope this single man finds our note and gets confused as hell. or emails me. either way is okay