Paranoia suburbia
After parking my van with foreign license plates and a top box -how much more can you attract attention?- in Barceloneta for about 2 days and a half,
and spending the nights inside,
I don’t exactly share the people’s anguishes in this coastal village 30km from Barcelona.
Strict security checks at a camping site off season? And too many dogs showing their teeth when I came near their small front garden.
While I was waiting to take a picture from a dog strolling down the street, a woman kept staring at me from her car as if I she wanted to call the cops on a scouting burglar.
I got the message.