In the Bibliotéca de Catalunya
I have not shaven in days, my hair is sitting fluffily on my head, lacking even that sexy “fresh out of bed” look, resulting only in the fact that no girl is looking in my direction for even a second. I am wearing my old man´s trousers and a woolen sweater, sitting on me quite shapelessly and unfashionably, yet rather comfortable. I am not thinking of changing clothes neither today nor tomorrow. These days I do not have an interest in how I look.
Something´s definitely going on, don´t you think? Dear reader, you are right. You had seen it from just the first few lines above, didn´t you? And you were wondering what it was, that prompted me into such a sudden change. It is exams pending. These days, I spend my time in the city library´s reading hall, coming home just for lunch, after which I speed back to sit down again until eight in the evening. There, in this gigantic room, between desks, government files, old encyclopaedias that have not been opened in a while, I spend many hours under a small reading light, bent over texts of economy, Spanish politics, international relations, the history of art. Accompanied by old men, students working on a thesis, students, like me, studying as hard as they can before the exams commence. Cute girls walking by, which I am unable to resist looking up from my paper for; young men, whom, like myself, clearly reveal the heavy stone that is sitting inside their head, making it fall down, in constant need of support from a hand holding it in it´s place and, above all, obscuring clear thought and sitting in between the text and its meaning. Every little thing, every person walking by, every walkman too loud is like a fly zooming around ceaselessly.
The light coming through the small high glass windows framed in lead is disminuing, and the hall is turning into an old-fashioned office, bathing in little desk lights, a medieval place of indescribable beauty and comfort. It is a pleasure to sit here, dispite the pains and aggravations of exam revision.
Come, come read a book here… soon you´ll find me staring at you from a few tables away.