Just when I thought that I actually was gonna give up, Barcelona is finally smiling at me. It's one of those shrewed smiles that tells you 1 million things and yet nothing, misterious and at the same time hopeful. With the fresh smell of spraypaint on my hands and the comforting feeling of being physically exhausted I'm going to bed. Goodnight.
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