Holiday, Noise, and the Sound of Waves at 4 A.M.
I remember this holiday like a film that never really stopped running. From the first moment, there was movement, noise, colour, food, people—always something happening, always something to watch, to taste, to laugh about. We landed in Gran Canaria, and already there you feel it—the air is different, softer, warmer, a little bit salty. It…
