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I was shocked. The first time, a long time ago, I stopped at a bizarre-looking statue while strolling down Barcelona's famous Ramblas, I thought I saw the slight blink of an eye. I blamed the previous evening's overconfident wine consumption for that hallucination. A little further on, at another statue with wings, of all things, the penny dropped. These were not imaginative sculptures by an artist with a sense of the absurd and a good dose of humor. No, these were real people who wanted to conjure up the illusion of a statue down to the smallest detail. Since then, I have always looked at these magnificent expressions of living art with appreciation, wonder and a slight smile.
I am now back in the city of Gaudi and the remarkable and super creative street artists. Nearby, I see a man and a woman staring in admiration at one of those many statues on the long promenade of the Ramblas. Suddenly he steps back a meter. He looks confused at his companion, sighs deeply and says with a slight tremble in his voice: I was shocked. I have to smile again as I write this. Greetings, Jolanda.
