Intermezzo in Barcelona
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The highs and lows of 1950s Tangier, a Spanish family and many more things;
Or that Catalan politician who wraps himself in patriotism in order to rake in as much wealth as he can, are the stories for adults that make up Intermezzo in Barcelona.
A novel that will stir your passions and that you won’t want to put down until you read “The End”.
Cristina Roldán
Born in 1942 in Barcelona to a Spanish father and US-born mother, as far back as she can remember Cristina Roldán has always considered herself a fighter for freedom in general and for women in particular. She always says that she leads by example, and that that’s the best way to do it. She divided her time between Paris (where she studied) and Barcelona until the age of 46, when she and her daughter Sarah left behind city, home and everything familiar to never return to live there again. Although Cristina has written in French and Spanish since she was a small child, she finished this novel in 1986. She never wanted to publish it until now, and it is now being published for the first time. Cristina is also a painter and has worked as one, with exhibitions worldwide, including three times at Paris’ Grand Palace with the Société des Artistes Français under the pseudonym Mariah Rodriguez (www.mariahrodriguez.net). Cristina is the mother of three children and grandmother of seven grandchildren and has lived in Paris, Brussels, Barcelona, Madrid and London.
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Intermezzo in Barcelona - Cristina Roldán
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events
and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination
or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Interior Image Credit: Cristina Roldán
Cover Image Credit: Cristina Roldán/Mariah Rodriguez
Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
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ISBN: 978-1-9822-4566-5 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-9822-4567-2 (e)
Balboa Press rev. date: 04/07/2020
CONTENTS
The Return
One: A Vulgar story
Two: A trip to the past
Three: The past that does not change
Four: The past that always returns
Five: Another turn of the crank
Author’s aside between Chapters Five and Six
Six: another crank of the lever, or interests always vested
Seven: The covert
Eight: The trick
Nine: The strength of the interest
Forget Dormans
A Moroccan Story
The Lying Woman (A Story For Adults)
25717.pngTHE RETURN
B ring me sweet words, let them become the roots of my life; let whoever can, arrive. If my father and mother must die, I have to find the amulet that amulet that gives life.
Juan José Rebabarrive (1903, Antananarivo)
(Excerpt from old songs from the country of Imerina)
This work is the result of imagination of the author. Any resemblance to people or facts of reality will be pure coincidence. If you have no put something similar you must to do it.Thank you.
Best regards
Cristina Roldan
25717.pngONE: A VULGAR STORY
T here was something squalid that linked me to this chaotic city from Las Ramblas to the high part of the city where I lived, with its profligates — some unkempt and greasy-haired — who passed by one another without a glance as if on their way to nowhere.
I took a deep breath through the car window and then heard how — in the far distance — my heartbeats sought their rhythm. The sky was a bluish grey, but not entirely, as though it also needed a coat of paint or a good cleaning.
It’s a diabolical city
, I said to myself, and kept driving in the midst of a hell jam-packed with people and cars that — by some miracle — managed to avoid running into each other. To my left, the promenade with its cafés, birds and flowers. The agglomeration of people strolling back and forth. Tania, on my right, seemed impassive. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. How is it possible that she does not figure it out? I smiled at her while the traffic light was red; she gave me a peck on the cheek. Home at last, mum!
I started the car. The light was green again, but we moved with the flow, as if we were walking; there were a lot of cars. We had just left the boat and I already missed the sky of the Balearic Islands and Palma’s air, so clean, blue and very high, so different than that of my hometown… Las Ramblas never ended. It was almost nine o’clock at night towards the end of August. People had just stepped out for a stroll before dinner and it took us a good half hour to get to the Plaza de Cataluña. At the end of the day, you were born here, Maria
, I said to myself. You belong to this landscape, you should feel more of a connection.
Yes, but I don’t want to
, I answered myself in a silent monologue. I thought about him. The years had passed, but he surely had strolled through these places, although, in essence, few things have changed. My mouth tasted sour from the seasickness pills I had taken during the day. Perhaps I had been wrong. Perhaps it was false. I had made false excuses about my staying in Barcelona despite…
Maybe I could get away because — deep down — I was closely tied to the city and that more profound (but objectively unknown) reasons had me tied to that kind of area that enwraps me, perhaps it’s that…, but then… I was lying to myself? How is that I wasn’t honest even with myself?
I rejected this thought while we crossed the Paseo de Gracia; it was truly a bad time for cheap philosophy.
This trip that weighs on my heart here, next to my stomach, right here, grating, and here again… at home again?
We hop into bed and I try to adjust my body to the new mattress. The sheets were clean and smelled slightly of must mixed with vervain. I asked Tania something; she did not