The happiness of a country like this

The yellow, the green, and the red are bursting all over the country. The pledge we had to pay this foggy and rainy winter had a reward: the colors are vivid, saturated, and the sun, which is already organizing the first summer drills, makes everything shine as if visitors were to come. With the white background that still holds in the Pyrenees, one has the impression of walking through the awakened and rich country of the poet.

as Quim Aranda reminded us this SundayIn the square, we talk about Steiner, Margarit, Cabré, and Pla, chronicler of the Strait of Hormuz, as Quim Aranda reminded us this Sunday, valuing white hair in journalism. Many people listen to us while finishing breakfast or advancing their vermouth, and afterwards, the stalls turn into a dance floor to the rhythm of swing. Up and down the street of the six bookstores (soon to be seven), Sant Jordi is doing a general rehearsal. What is not a rehearsal, but real life, is the happiness of living in a country capable of producing Sundays like this one.