A year later, the loud sound of helicopters over the city of Barcelona. December 21, 2018, the borders to the city were closed. A bunch of bigwigs in government were having a big meet, and scared of the demonstrators amassing to march at the meeting building, the authorities closed down the port city. In a great coincidence the building was the La Llotja, formerly the legendary art school, at the far end of the Pla de Palau, the public square where Johnny and Sancho met to sit on their bench and natter and confab and become pals, over time. But that day, the people were banned from the square and the big avenues and stone warrens surrounding it. By nine in the morning, the warning said, be elsewhere, or be in your place, sheltered.
Johnny Coma looked down from his rooftop patio, leaning o
