19 LEMUR THE NINETEENTH BARCELONA (LORA, 11 years old)
June is a month when everything starts to tilt toward south, both people and buildings collapse from fatigue caused by inaction and from unquenchable mental heat. Hector is a native Catalan, a prototype of the preconceived notion of a Mediterranean man, tall, thin and tanned. Hector is in his mid-thirties and he is slow at waking up. He wakes up not with difficulty, but slowly, because he likes to stretch himself out under the silk cover on his wide Natuzzi bed as long as rays of sunlight suffuse the room completely through slightly open blinds. The moment has come and Hector descends barefoot to the lower level of his cosy loft apartment in a building in Ronda del Litoral. It is pleasant, he thinks to himself, to feel your feet touch
