This summer I was sitting at the border of the harbor of Barcelona with my feet just above the clear water where big fishes and mews were struggling for the pieces of bread that I had thrown in the water. I was tired of the walking at the Ramblas and tried to remember me all the real and wouldbe artists and persons who tried to earn a little bit of money on the multitude of people from all over the world that day after day filled the Ramblas with their presence........etc.