Serve these shallow lines to understand that I found suddenly in Valencia without having to go to the newspaper every morning, as he has been doing every day. The reaction of most of my friends and acquaintances, in Valencia and beyond, was similar: you will now return to Madrid, I guess. None of them seemed to consider that Valencia can be a destination in itself and not, simply, transitory place of an encomienda which, once complete, albeit abruptly, requires that you go to other payments to continue developing your professional activity. There is nothing in Madrid replied to my interlocutors that he cannot do in Valencia. For some perplexity, added: I like this city much more, life is better in this land and, because to choose, I’d rather stay. To me, what they want to say, found me my answer of overwhelming obvious. One has lived on in Bilbao, Logrono, Barcelona, Madrid, New York and Salamanca and in all parties has made friends and has been reasonably happy. Why missed, therefore now magnificent opportunity to have known Valencia, its people and its climate, its culture and its history, his industriousness and his vital joy, and not share them and enjoy them all what you can it? The only thing paradoxical in that repeated dialogue from now you’ll go, no, I will stay, it is the attitude of my interlocutors that, instead of believing that live on this earth is a gift from the gods, they think that someone who has accidentally come to her to what really sucks is to leave as soon as you can. Such an attitude is certainly due to certain historical fatum suffering from border regions, with an indeterminate awareness of its own identity. Do not know very well what they are, if you dwell or cristinas, if of the North or South, whether this or that, and sometimes reveal underground and absurd inferiority complexes with respect to other lands and other people who have nothing to envy.