Chapter 37Barcelona, Spain - June 7-12, 1926At first, I think this is another Tragic Week. I think the mobs will return to the streets, torches in hand, to finish the job they started seventeen years ago. This time, they will burn me along with the other churches.
This is what I think when Gaudí does not come home the first night. I think he must have stayed away because the mobs are on the run. Perhaps he has gone into hiding.
Not that he has anywhere else to hide. He has been living in his studio on my grounds since last year; I have become his home, and he only leaves me for mass or short visits with friends.
But if Gaudí is not hiding from rioters, where could he be? He never spends the night with anyone but me. He hasn't mentioned any lady friends, and he hasn't packed a bag
