When I woke up, a hint of daylight had crept into the room and there was a loud murmur coming through the gap in the wall. I realized it was the sound of people in the building behind us – people who were dressing their children, calling out reminders, making coffee, taking showers. At the construction site in El Raval, it was always the lack of noise that had alerted us it was almost morning. In Gràcia it seemed to be the opposite: all night it had been quiet and now the windows across the alley were filling up with sound.
I sat up and looked around. Annika and Sylvain’s socked feet were just visible at the end of their bed. John and Enzo were both wearing Peruvian-style hats with earflaps, and had their sleeping bags zipped up to their chins. Two pigeons in the corner were sleeping as w
