When I still had my bicycle (now it’s stolen and someone else is driving it), I used to pass this man at around noon near the Arena. There he was, every day, sitting on a bench and reading a newspaper. I hadn’t seen him for a long time, as nowadays I walk and take a different route. Till the feria. After the Castella–El Juli match, when musicians were playing and flamenco dancers performing on the street next to Arena… There he was, the man with his newspaper, happy, enjoying, laughing and participating the festivities, in his own silence. I’m afraid he noticed I took the photo, as suddenly he calmed down. Never looked at me, continued to watch the flamenco dancers. I hope I didn’t spoil his moment.