Between the battles of Lepanto and Castillejos we find poor Padilla, fallen in the battle of Villalar. Three streets for three conflicts. One would expect to hear the echo of swords and horses' hooves, but nothing could be further from the truth. Nor do we lose sleep over the traffic on the Diagonal or the bulldozers on Glòries. You come home defeated after a fight at work with a customer; at the market, with a lady who sneaks into the fruit shop; and in the street, just below your house, with that man who didn't want to pick up his dog's poo. You had forgotten how refreshing it is to find your flat well tidied up, in silence, with a bottle of white wine waiting in the fridge and a cool shower to heal the wounds of the day.
