Saibou
Argentina / Spain
I was walking through the Raval, half lost looking for someone and he just appeared from behind and asked me if I could answer some questions for Barcelona Tourism. I hesitated a bit, but I said yes. When he finished the small questionnaire, I kept thinking about him. Then I went back and said: "Excuse me, could I ask you some questions? Maybe they are deeper...". He smiled at me and said "OK".
When we were little we were often forced to "repeat by heart".
Is there anything that has been repeated in you since you were a child?
Imagine that boy... imagine that you are sketching him with your own pencil.
What do you feel? Where do you see yourself?