As it is probably obvious by now, I am stuck in an architecture office in Barcelona. What other people may not know is that this office hasn't got any name/brand on the door, window, wall or anywhere on the outside of its establishment. Furthermore, the front door is closed, and a little piece of paper (and by little I mean A6) tells you that you should enter on the side door. But still, what you don't know, as a newcomer, is that the side door means the black, iron door, that resembles a door of a deposit more than a door of an architecture office. Yup. That's right. That's THE DOOR!
Of course, the door is not so friendly as to have a door-bell. You just have to knock on the black painted iron, and peep through the huge window next to it hoping that anybody will see you.
So, tu sumarise, the architecture office looks like just about anything with computers from outside.
Sometimes when somebody goes to the shop, or to the coffee place next door, they let the door slightly ajar, in order not to bother anyone to open in from the inside when they come back. Today, during luch, somebody did.
We were chatting our lunch break away. I was with my back at the office, Andrei, my colleague was facing it. Suddenly I see his eyes set on something behind me.
"What are you staring at?"
"We have new people, I think..."
I turn slowly and see two peculiar fellows, well, to better describe it, to "cool, skinny, gipsy guys" in leather jackets, waving at us, and saying something that we couldn't hear because of the glass wall separating us.
"Those CAN'T be interns!"
Then one of them makes the unmistakable sign of using a keyboard, and I lip-read him "Internet!".
I burst out laughing histerically! They mistook the famous office ran buy the even more famous architect to be "An internet cafe!".
Beautiful...
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