THE ONE WEEKEND BOOK SERIES

Barcelona. Leaving three days of fever delirium behind, but packing my 38°C degree fever to take along, soaked into a never ending d izziness I find myself in a Taxi to Barcelona Airport, 30 minutes before the departure of my plane to Paris.Barcelona, noisy as alwa ys yet so familiar and hospitable, is about to experience one of its most devastating storms in years. As if intuitive to what is ab out to happen, our plane escapes as fast as it can, shaken by winter clouds, jumping up and down through the cold cotton like world. It all ...[Read more]