This must have seemed like the perfect spot for this pigeon. A newly created, flat area where no one ever goes. Half of it is sheltered from the rain, and the netting blocks the view from outside. For days, she had scouted the location repeatedly, making sure no one would come, before finally starting to build her new nest.
But there was something I had to tell her. The reason no one had come was because the construction had been delayed by the rain. People would be passing through here tomorrow, and the scaffolding itself would be dismantled next week. Before she laid her eggs, she would have to move somewhere else.
I wasn’t sure if she would understand what I was saying, but I went to tell her anyway. When she saw a huge human suddenly appear, she panicked and never came back.
At the time, the Tower of Jesus Christ didn’t exist. It was the fall of 2019. To be precise, it was there, but still hidden behind smaller towers. I went there on a long weekend, simply to stroll around Barcelona and soak up the Catalan atmosphere. I had never been there before, but like many others, I knew there well through countless photos, TV shows, movies, the Olympics, and, interestingly, a Queen song.
I was working in France and decided to go somewhere on the weekend. Anywhere would have been fine, but Barcelona, which I knew well, seemed interesting. The deciding factor was the flight. For only 50 euros, there was no reason to hesitate. Although, a mid-night taxi fare also costed 50 euros, so the cheap flight was somewhat pointless.
Watching the magnificent completion ceremony and mass of the Tower of Jesus on television was a deeply moving experience. It’s not often you get the chance to experience history in real time.
These stone steps used to be my favorite spot. It’s a lively place at night, so on Sunday mornings you might find bottles of alcohol left behind, but on rainy days, it shows a different side.