I arrived in Barcelona tired and satisfied, but a few mistakes I almost chained not to travel. When
control step and I'm about to board the AVE, from the window let me know and tell me where I've come back because the date of the ticket is just a month ago. It turns out that the travel agent sent to the institution had invited me tickets, but none of us care to look at them, and they had the wrong date. All I can do is take a taxi to the airport, make that gamble to a letter in case the meantime you can book a seat on any flight. Few things overwhelm me just arrived just in time to the sites, having to go running, as if your life depended on it, to catch a train or a plane, and rarely do not get more than half an hour to spare. Even last year, I think I told here, I spent a while in an airport gate until it opened. 
But mid-morning I'm sitting on a plane to Barcelona. AVE preferred, actually. It is more convenient, and five hours go far. I brought my notebook to work, but the plane is impossible. Too narrow, pen ink becomes mischievous and sometimes escapes jets, and not always points to the role. The night before had seen on TV that a curtain of clouds covering Spain and Portugal overalls. Luckily I AVE, I thought. For ½ cup: Before takeoff the pilot said that we will encounter turbulence. And when a pilot says something like when the dentist tells you you're going to hurt a little. So, let's take a few pots. To write, time to drop by today. 
Despite the bumpy air, came to Barcelona in one piece and in the evening participate in a panel on Literature and the Holocaust. Before an audience of school teachers, we talk about fiction, reality and other things, about what each one of us who participated in the symposium think it is best to tell students what happened in the extermination camps. Not bad, but I just do not feel comfortable.
The city, as always, spectacular. They said on TV these days in Barcelona could not be a pin because it was celebrating the Mobile World Congress , but I see it as bustling and cosmopolitan as ever, like the first time I was, many years ago. 
Late afternoon and rain on the roof of the terminal, and rain the next day. But water does not discourage me to walk, as I like to do whenever I visit a city and, despite the blanket of water in the morning kick me around the Paseo de Gracia advantage that I have an appointment at the other end of Barcelona noon. I deviate a bit to enter Laie, one of the many bookstores in the city which is worth going just to see the local and cafeteria, I stay a moment looking as if it were not raining, the facades of the Casa Batlló and La Pedrera, which always seemed to me as buildings where the hobbits would feel as comfortable as if they had not left the Middle Earth even many years before Peter Jackson adapted to film Tolkien's work. 
It's almost time to eat when I return to the city kick in the opposite direction to attend another meeting. I would like to say hello to a few dear friends of Barcelona, \u200b\u200bbut I have not had time: in the afternoon I have to take the AVE, and I already have the ticket fixed.
arrived in Seville at night, and on the bus when I climb into the station, a young woman claims that afternoon Canal has heard that they have found the body of Marta del Castillo. The states with such vehemence that seems to have realized that it must have been confused with another girl, Huelva, Mari Luz Cortés. So convinced is he has not even noticed that although they had found the body in the afternoon, even with the help of all the CSI team would be impossible to have found nine in the evening. 
With great joy, she recited one by one the names of all those involved in the murder of the young Seville, and now, since they no longer escape, welcoming the fact that getting killed in jail. What Ignorance is dangerous when mixed with imagination. How sad is sometimes overhear conversations that you do not fancy. Mp4 bag, I placed the headphones and I stand but still missing a couple of stops to get off. It is the only way not to feel that the bus has become the set of Save me. Viewing staff, no wonder I loathe these programs so successful.
© Andrés Pérez Domínguez, February 2011
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