These days I realized that for this blog, I had only conducted one interview, the one with Andrés López's little bench. A Facebook message, on the other hand, caught my attention in this regard. Why hadn't this category been continued? For the benefit of my readers, I decided to interview one of my professional advisors: Mr. Murphy (in person!). It will be a surprise for many, since a being of such caliber and fame can only be compared to Nosferatu or Mephistopheles. Things seem to go wrong as soon as they are named; it's like putting "Sympathy for the Devil" on ... [keep reading...]

The heat was suffocating. The sun, like a spoiled child, beat down on the shiny zinc that served as our ultraviolet shelter, but the infrared slice managed to slip through and heat the air we breathed to the point of transporting us to the engine room of a neo-Orleanean steamship. The horns of bus drivers desperate for their last passenger at the most recent yellow light dominated above the matured urban cacophony; at the peak of rush hour, my soles were melting on a sidewalk in the heart of Valencia, fervently attached to a food stand of sausages nested in bread ... [keep reading...]