Barcelona: day uno

Three months later, I'm here again. A new visa is a new visit to Spain. To Catalonia, to be exact.

There is a very loud conversation on the bus. Two girls from Italy ask something about their stop to a Spanish guy, the Spanish guy answers. I understand everything. At one of the stops, a Ryanair pilot walks in. Es un macho. Barcelona is one of the most visited cities in the world. It is also the city that I saw in the movie Vicky.Christina.Barcelona and which I wanted to visit so much. Since then I have been to Barcelona about four times. It's interesting how life turns around sometimes - here you are sitting in a kommunalka in shabby wooden house while your mum tries to make ends meet for a 15 years old you and your 5 years old brother. 6 thousand kilometers away from Europe. Here's you, too - going to Barcelona three months after you've been there. It's like two completely different two lives.

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In the hostel, in the same room as me, were two Armenian girls from Lenninakan. They are looking for a place to live here. One has a residence, the other is just going to stay here. I look at them and it's like we have nothing in common. It's like I have more in common with the receptionist who had long, beautifully done fingernails and asked me about my phone the last time I was here. I was so glad to be remembered by the receptionist!

In my dream I dreamt that Vicky was here with Haik and we were walking around Barcelona and bars and having fun together. It was kind of sad when I woke up. Big cities make your loneliness go bigger sometimes.