Tomorrow night, at Montserrat

Admired Rosa Romà, president of the Corporació Catalana de Mitjans Audiovisuals, which everyone knows as the Corpo:

I am writing to you, once again, to present an audiovisual project that will put an end to the television fragmentation we are suffering and that will be a hit.

We have the Pope in these lands, on a mission. On Wednesday he will go to Montserrat, before visiting the Sagrada Família (and the Sagrada Crane). The journalists from the main programs, due to restrictions, will spend the night in the cells. I, who also have to go to explain it to the readers of ARA, will go by rack railway, mixed with the 10,000 devotees. Try to sneak onto the rack railway in front of a devotee and you will end up very badly. I would go on foot, as I live there, but it turns out that it is not possible. And it is understandable. The Pope has more security than Donald Trump, and I could be mistaken for a terrorist (with this fringe, I wouldn't be surprised). It's better not to go on foot, because you know that a fall from Montserrat is so fatal that only the Holy Spirit can save you.

In the humble and modest cells of Montserrat, there will be, therefore, the cream of the crop of journalism. Marta Romagosa, Jordi Basté, Carlos Herrera, Òscar Fernández... and their teams. Those from Catalunya migdia, for example, will be six in the same cell. One of the producers told me today: “I won’t know how to sleep in a bunk bed.” Whether you like it or not, if you have to sleep with colleagues, you no longer wear that t-shirt from the Prat de Comte brandy party and the high-necked shorts: you go to Primark and buy pajamas. 

. Don't worry about the price. I'm sure we'll come to an agreement.

La travessa and Gran germà. Don't worry about the price. I'm sure we'll come to an agreement.