Have you ever noticed how certain landscapes follow the rules other than mere physics and geometry. They demand for the viewer to look beyond the visible, for the story to be invented and for an imaginary adventure to be set up.
You will find one of the magical spots like this in the Botanical Garden of Barcelona. If you walk up the hill, on the right side of the entrance, glancing past the plants of all continents, colors and shapes – some so strange that touching and smelling them out of sheer curiosity is inevitable – at some point you’ll see the neighbor hills with a small cemetery underneath them. Not sadness, but appeasement, the feeling of time passing steadily from century to century will overcome you. You will allow yourself to stay there, gazing on the hills, as long as it’s necessary.

Then you will continue walking past the garden until you eventually come to a small pond. And, having found all the frogs and counted all the fishes, you will finally be ready to return to the city center and merge with the kenspeckle and noisy crowd of La Rambla.

Film scholar and a tango fanatic, I was born in 1983 in the gloomy cold place called Estonia. I first visited Barcelona three years ago. The colors, the sounds, the smells, and the inimitable vibe of the city – it did not take long for Barcelona to put its spell on me! ‘This is a city I want to live in’, a thought kept spinning through my head while I was jostling through the endless flow of crowd at La Rambla. So now its your turn! Do yourself a favor, get on a plane/train/bus/car and let this city do its magics!