Barcelona Metropolis

• The Story

Mum is turning sixty-five and I must give her a special gift. I start feeling the pressure the day my granny calls me from the village to remind me – she’s ninety-four, but her head and...

• The Story

When her friends started getting into the habit of splitting taxis to get home, for the first time she thought that she’d have to give up the night bus.

• The Story

I didn’t mind getting up early to wait for her on the corner with Vinyals and escort her to the underground. It was five, ten minutes, held back at every traffic light and, a few more...

• The Story

If Diamante Trivallo had ever been told that she was going to spend a lifetime in the same job, she’d have been very upset. Luckily she wasn’t told. Diamante has always liked to have the...

• The Story

1. At the crack of dawn, when I go out on my motorbike, a long tailback forms at the exit to my town, between the Citroën garage and the motorway’s incline, but it doesn’t affect me: I...

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Debbie and Humbert got married on the same day that Ibiza died. Carla found the turtle with her head inside her shell and her legs stretched out. Her friends from handball had...

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Similar: we see the little hands and little fingers (oh, the defining opposable thumb) and they seem so human. Then we look them in the eyes and the familiarity is complete. When we look...

• The Story

Often the things we will remember all our lives creep up on us like that, halfway between the murmur of intuition and the yearning of a wish. There was a time when I wished for...