As I climbed the ramps and stairs, I felt the decompression of a diver diving at a depth of metres. I had just left the Rambla with its fast-moving people and crazy noises to enter the Barrio de Santa Cruz. Looking at narrow streets, grilles, flowerpots, old doorways, slow-paced people. Smelling aromas borrowed from flowers and stones. In barely two minutes there was no longer a city, there was a village; there were no longer people but neighbours; there was no noise but sounds. And after Toledo street and a staircase guarded by a tree, I arrived at this house marketed by Monapart Alicantenext to the Hermitage of San Roque. The door half-open, two knocks to announce my presence, a "Good morning, is it possible... How quiet it is here". A brief guided tour of the house, a bit of conversation and, as I left, the desire to be able to visit many houses like this one, inhabited by people with slow words and a slow pace.
