Posted on | April 22, 2013 | No Comments
He hated the crowds, noise, and Barcelona was no different to other cities in this regard. The historic city Barcelona, full of memory and diversity, exasperating and stalker offered. He appreciated the beauty of Ciutat Vella, the Rabal, even the Eixample graph, but that had never been his place. He belonged to the mountains, to pasture and freedom, he had so often tried to capture in words.
After sorting cars, streets and people, decided to stop in for a drink. Carefully examined the premises. It was a small tavern, built between two relatively new buildings, so highlighting the contrast between them. He looked gloomy, depressed, with a facade punctuated by memories and urban scars. It seemed an appropriate place because I did not enjoy human companionship, that had so often disappointed.