In your circle, there are honest architects who forgo speculative projects that would have provided them with generous incomes; doctors who wouldn't change the Raval Primary School for a less intense one; cooks who feed us honestly and waiters who know the names and quirks of all of us; honest public administrators who transform the city's common spaces; editors who seek out books like treasures; journalists capable of paying homage at the moment of death to the pianists who gave us life; children who help out in their parents' fruit shop and learn the ropes; people who raise the blinds very early and others who run to catch the last metro. There are also classes of young people who graduate with a brand-new future and applaud as if the room were collapsing when their brother picks up a severely disabled graduate in his arms and sits him in his wheelchair, about to collect his diploma. There are families who fight for it and teachers who make it possible. There are also conscious business people and scientists who do research, women who clean and take care of our grandparents as if they were their own, and they are all calculating how much they should pay to the Treasury.