I was still in our flat in Muntaner but not long from having to leave it. By then I had closed almost all of the hatches – or so I believed – and my state of mind was as tight as I could manage. As I’ve told you before, those last couple of months in […]

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It is mid morning, the 1st of November 2013, and I’m taking you down the avenue of cypresses that lead to the gates of the cemetery of Figueras. The wind is blowing in our faces from the north – La Tramontana – with something of a bite. At the gates a crowd of perhaps a […]

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