Once in Santiago de Compostela, and after a few anxious moments when, because of my proverbial dumbness, misplaced my boarding pass, my brother Punch, our beloved Maestro Raúl Gonzalo and I settled in our brand new hostel apartment Casa Felisa, later known as the “HomoFlat” and after calling Juan to tell him that there were already in Compostela, we were all in the Plaza del Obradoiro. There, like so many times, I felt the thrill of seeing my dear comrades, one of the most special encounters, I think it was mutual, was that of Juan and me: they are many things that he and I have lived, many emails, many projects, and, above all, a great desire to meet again in person was ours, an embrace of the most touching and exciting.
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