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Gosh, walking all the way up is tiring, isn’t it?

I can picture you coming here, to Montjuïc, to Miró’s mountain and the Font del Gat fountain and cruising, in...

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Today the moon is winking at me and looks like a balloon dangling from the Arc de Triomf, making Avinguda Lluís Companys seem emptier and...

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Remei and Maria were born two years apart, one in Gràcia, the other in Horta. Their paths would probably have run in parallel, without ever crossing,...

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It was Cosme who told me the flat was a miracle. And that the price was unbelievable, just like the views, because it had a terrace where you could see both the sea...

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They had the flat right above the grocery shop. The flat, which is one way of describing it: disarray turned into a dining room, a tiny kitchen, an even teensier...

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It all happened the week of the Mobile World Congress. Nora was cleaning room 606 when she saw the porcelain teapot on the desk, like a paperweight on a bunch of...

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Gone with the wind. It was blowing fiercely there. It was a wind that didn’t come from any cardinal point, it fell perpendicularly from the sky and smashed you...

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The alley bears no name and no one knows exactly where it is. Some place it in the vicinity of the market square, but Abraham claims it must have been one of the...