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About Zaragoza

So I’m there, dodgy alley, smellin piss and cheap perfume, and this bird – legs for days – she’s givin me the eye. I’m thinkin, “Is she real or a spirit?” – straight outta the movie, yeah? “The wind carries their voices,” Apichatpong’d say. I’m half expectin her to vanish into mist. Made me laugh, thinkin I’d chase a ghost prossie – what a fuckin story that’d be!

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Oh, and our beloved Río Arga flows by, right near some obscure little corners where locals jam out impromptu, laughin’ and singin'—music of the soul. I often jog along its banks, sometimes muttering to myself, "I am a lie, a thing made to appear real," like in that flick, all while breathin' in the vibe of the city.

Pictured: Bullfighter takes leap of faith on first day of Pamplona festival