The summer main festivals of the post-war era dance with sheetless ghosts. In the square, there is a human ration card. My grandmother Rosa Finestres Oliva was 18 years old in 1939: “You went to a main festival and a majority of pretty girls and a few young men, because many took a long time to come back from the concentration camps, from exile… It wasn't lively like before. That youthfulness wasn't there...” Main Festivals Intensive Care Units. Hospitals of the soul. No one wants to remember the nuclear explosion of the War. The first massive collective therapy. The catharsis of the pasodoble of forgetfulness. Binary rhythm to move forward. To bob not to drown. Dance, dance... to float. And the traditional, homemade, natural remedy, as always, worked.

The trees have begun to turn yellow, the leaves are falling, the Indian summer of Sant Martí is saying goodbye, and Girona already has the scent of the fairs. The San Narciso festival. This year they claim to be a benchmark brand which aims to become one of the Principality's great popular culture festivals, on par with the Patum in Berga, the Santas in Mataró, Santa Tecla in Tarragona, and La Mercè in Barcelona. That's why the Fairs have a new logo and, for the first time, merchandising, with the continued desire for them to be much more than strolling among the attractions in the Devesa and having a drink at the concerts in the stalls at the Copa.

Tarragona's main festival is almost halfway through, after a first weekend that managed to mobilize many Tarragona residents. Particularly noteworthy were the Peonada, the traditional race in which some 1,100 people participated, and the human tower event on the first Sunday of Santa Tecla, which filled the entire Plaza de la Font and thrilled the audience with its A brilliant performance by the Colla Vella de los Niños de Valls, who downloaded a 5de9f and a beautiful 4de9sf.