antigua, guatemala.

Two tourists go into a bar. They don't know each other. Both are young

and of different nationalities. He speaks some Spanish and decides to

approach her. He invites her for a drink. She is alone and in town for

a small time. In two more days, she will continue traveling. He will

be in Antigua for one month. He came to work on his Spanish. The

conversations flows as everything in the city: gently. They smile

without effort and have more than one drink. Both are single and have

two more days to define the end of this story. Independent of the

decisions they make, for each of them, Antigua will be that night,

that conversation, those laughs. Even when it is possible that neither

of them will return to that city, they became the city for each other.

The ruins are wounds that have not stopped recovering, warnings on the

skin that turned Antigua into a city in permanent construction. For

this reason, she needs her visitors so much, to exist again. The

tourists come to Antigua as victims of a magnetic current; it is an

underground call of desperation.

Kafka wrote about the city without knowing it; this city is Gregory

Samsa. She tries to be self understood, permanently seeking who she

is, still in shock and abandonment and loneliness. Therefore, she

needs the external vision to understand her identity. It is through

her visitors that it is possible to define Antigua. Because with their

sporadic visits, they become the city. A Gregory Samsa city. A city in

permanent metamorphosis.....