Barcelona Past


It was our first trip to Spain.

We were determined to travel

and little money we hitched to Spain.

Barcelona was the choice.

Well not choice exactly.

It was where the driver was going.

He found us a pension

in an old street.

He knew the owner.

Well he’d stayed there himself.

It was cheaper than cheap

and friendly.

We went out to explore that first night.

So different,

so much character.

Then we returned,

returned to a locked door.

No bell or knocker

and shouting roused no one.

A passer by understood our plight

and clapped his hands. smiling.

Seconds later a man appeared

with a huge bunch of keys.

He let us in.

This was the time of Franco.

This was the system in Barcelona past.

We


understood it then.



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