La Milícia del Graffiti per la Independència de Catalunya. As soon as Xavi told me the name of the crew, I realized I’d seen the MGIC tag in a number of places throughout the city, usually beside a striped independence flag somewhere high up. All week, I’d been wondering how graffiti along the rooflines was done, and maybe tonight I’d find out. The highest graffiti always seemed to be about love or politics, as if those were the only subjects worth the risk.
Xavi had arranged to meet his friends at one of the biggest squares in Gràcia: Plaça del Sol. I hoped we wouldn’t run into any of the squatters. Tomorrow I’d go see Pau at the tattoo shop and explain some of the reasons I’d decided to leave. Maybe he could smooth things over with the others.
While Xavi and I were waiting for the re
