It's just an anecdote, but I want to remember it and share it. It was 2021, I was in Barcelona, and as usual, I had recordings there. I've been to so many places, but I've seen very few. I met that guy, we recorded for a production company, he was wonderful. I liked everything about him: his smile, his body, his skin, the empathy with which he worked, his good work. Sometimes I feel like God sends me people in my lowest moments. At that time, I was going through a depressive period; I had problems with my family and friends; I was slowly isolating myself due to depression. We only saw each other that day. We recorded, we ate together, we shared a lot. His way of looking at the world, his way of feeling, of "loving," surprised me. In the conversation, we talked about reading, and he suggested the book "Loving What Is" by Byron Katie. I quickly saved it to buy it when I got home.

He came into my life like a leaf blown by the wind. We never saw each other again. He disappeared. Time later, he removed his nets. Once again, life had given me a wonderful gift, asking nothing in return, like an oxygen tank when I was drowning.