Gathering bits of clay scattered across barren land, the narrator of this highly recommended booklet states: "They remind me that the essence of narrative is emptiness. They don't explain how the vineyards were lost, but they reveal the existence of a village that is no more." The author has no ambition to reconstruct, from the collected fragments, the whole dish, the whole jug. In fact, equipped with a notebook in which he jots down ideas, intuitions, and quotes from others, he follows traces that are more or less erased. He travels to Lleida, returns to Barcelona, ​​goes as far as the Anoia basin, and finally arrives in his native Bages. In the notebook, he records everything that has overwhelmed civilization, the destructive work of a predatory neoliberalism. His journey is about place, of course, but also about time. Perhaps even more so about time. In the last hundred years, for example, the place—the country—has changed substantially: Catalonia's landscape has become predominantly urban. Concrete has overwhelmingly won out over the land. Before, when we went to a farmhouse to have a calçotada with friends, we said we were going to farmerThis expression has not only lost its punch, but the spirit it intends to convey is threatened.