When I lived in the regions and had friends in Barcelona who I could never meet up with because of the distance, I dreamed of the day when I could afford to settle in the capital and see everyone, meet up often and enjoy relaxed chats and meals. When I finally became a Barcelona resident, I discovered that the reality in the metropolis was not what I expected: here nobody has time to meet up, everyone has so much work, so many things to do, they are so busy that they cannot have a coffee or a snack, a drink or dinner. I have friends that I saw more when I had to take the train to meet them. Acquaintances that I even make up with from time to time by chance and we stop for a while on the street and talk about topics that we are passionate about, we exchange opinions, ideas, etc. In this way, in a hurry and bothering the pedestrians who bump into us. When we realize that we are late and we have to leave, we always say the same thing: we have to meet up! Yes, yes, we must meet, we have to organize something, come on, let's do it, yes, let's do it this time. But weeks, months, years go by! And we have not satisfied the desire to see each other properly again, a desire that seemed urgent. No, we have not met. In my particular case, the absurd situation of meeting acquaintances at conferences, festivals and literary meetings has arisen... on the other side of the world. I met a writer who lived two streets away from me... in Colombia! And although we got on well and shared a pleasant conversation, we have not seen each other in person again.