Barcelona Metropolis

• The Story

The small wheels of Piero and Anton’s suitcases rattle against the pavement. The sound rips through the silence enveloping Carrer Gran de Sant Andreu, while the sun beats down on...

• The Story

Jackie Stewart pulls up in front of the Tyrrell garage at the stadium, slows to a stop, and, without taking his hands off the steering wheel, briefly closes his eyes. When he...

• The Story

Dad is a concern for us. We didn’t expect him to do this. He had been dropping hints now and then, in his usual subtle way, but we didn’t take him seriously. In our defence,...

• The Story

I’d like to share the story of Aunt Cristina’s death with you. Not exactly how she died, but how her sisters came to believe she had passed away, and how Aunt Cristina herself...

• The Story

When she gets home, it’s half past eight in the evening. She sets down the grocery bags – long handle adorned with Modernist iron filigree. Such porosity, such marvel, what a...

• The Story

Barely a year had passed since the Olympic Games and finding a job was already tough. I was discussing the matter with the girl behind me in the queue at the depressing...

• The Story

He wasn’t allowed salt, but he gave himself special dispensation when he was with his beloved fancy woman. Well, he did so every day, and Anselm was already long enough in the...

• The Story

I didn’t know that sometimes we forget about forgetting, that this memory that had robbed us of so much of our sleep, this possibility that planned a parallel and secret life,...