In the middle of a nest of highways, industrial parks, and densely populated urban centers in the Barcelona metropolitan area, there is an agricultural refuge with a farmhouse guarded by Blanqueta, a sleepy dog. From the garden of Can Jornet, where the Duñach family has lived since the 17th century, the chirping of crickets is periodically drowned out by the hum of tires on the asphalt. Since his uncle died thirteen years ago, Santi Olivé Duñach has lived in the house and farmed its land. But although his great-grandfather bought the farm they had always worked on at the beginning of the 20th century, he is not the owner, not even the tenant farmer. "I can't take out a loan or mortgage because this isn't mine," he laments.