“The Club” is an anti-airport, and not just because it is part of a bus-terminal. It's one of my favourite places. This has partly to do with its...

Selbst gemessen an meinen üblicherweise hohen Standards der Desorientierung war das bemerkenswert: falsch herum in die Ubahn einzusteigen...

It’s raining like hell outside the window, and I am even more flooded with gratitude towards my Casa Pacifica asylum. Sabeth is typing away in her...

In fact I’m already not in Barcelona anymore. I’m on an – as ever delayed – Ryanair plane heading to Stansted. The passenger to my right just had...

Today is the general strike. Amazing to think that this is the first time in my life that I have actually been in a place where one is held...

After our observations in the morning, we only stayed home for a brief moment. We headed to Gracia, to look after the kids so that Manda could...