I was leaving after my ritual visit to La Alhambra when I spotted this girl going up to the palace.
What struck me what her assured attitude, as if she knew where to go, as if she had done that journey uncountable times before.
I re-traced her steps, and my own, to find her perched on a wall quite high up in the compound, with a cat who seemed to be quite comfortable near her…
immersed in a world that surrounded her as if it had been made for, and only for, her.
Even the cat had left, and I became a stone.
Then she disappeared as silently as she had arrived. She never acknowledged me, or my camera, all the time she was there.
The cat was nowhere to be seen, and I became a person again.
That was 30 years ago.
I quite often I wondered what happened to her. Did she ever went back to that corner in an upper wall of La Alhambra? Is she still in Granada? Is she gone?
I can feel my heart…