Bus station

I love stations. As a train, in my childhood games, crushing coins while balancing on the tracks. As a teenager, walking with my first loves. Later, traveling… The AVE and the disappearance of commuter trains drove me away from them. I had no choice but to go to the bus stations. The senses are stunned: flowers, churros, public address echoes, laughter, shouts, cuddles… They taste, smell and sound of people, of an indefinable freedom of people who, even for a few minutes, are not from anywhere: people passing through, blessed passers-by, passers-by…