HISTORY OF READING IN THE BOHEMIAN COFFEE 
that day, nothing was what it seemed: I came long legs, my head weighed as if it was full of colored marbles rattling with every move and stayed behind to go to the extent of my legs. I decided to take a taxi to absorb the imbalance of my body. The recent time change gave the city a light that did not correspond to real time. In full
Gayxample of Barcelona, \u200b\u200bfull of bars "environment" was held at the Café Bohemia
, a modest and cozy enclave, an evening literary reading accounts of the recent Anthology of Classroom
Writers Café lettered. Gone were the massive official presentation
El Corte Ingles, but had the impression that had just passed a couple of weeks. Remained intact in my body and mind each and every one of the sensations: the nervousness, the illusion of the newly released book, the lights of the big stores aggressive, ongoing flashes, the magnitude of the event, kisses, hugs and the final party.
the way I tried to raise awareness of the course of time, the cold January night gave way to a spring afternoon of the month April. And that's where he was landing: April 3, 2009.
was all more or less ready and I thought that I should not worry too much, just get carried away by the script made. My role as a waitress did not need too much preparation. The only question was the number of visitors.
I arrived on the 19 h, half an hour before to finalize arrangements with Thomas and his girlfriend, local owners. In the street were waiting Fernando and Ana Marin without dare to enter, had not yet come nobody told me. No matter, sent that day my legs could not be stops, pulled in and began to "decorate" the room. Ana came equipped with a lectern and a lot of books, installed at the front table next to the toilets, for potential sales.
Fernando was responsible for testing the cordless mic, no, no work, hello, hello, give a
on the red light, now, now seems to give more volume Thomas! Yes, perfect.
chose the table of the authors who were reading, at the entrance and assemble operations center there. As we agreed, would be several raffles, we get paper, pens, a couple of bags of colors, last Christmas, to introduce the papers properly folded, a couple of books and several pages with the script to follow. Ana, which was better reading glasses, told us, because we had never seen them, gave a touch of professionalism. The room began to take life. Before the scheduled time began timidly several people asking if it was there .... Yes, yes, it is here, go ahead. Began to adapt in the tables, Thomas was commissioned to serve the drink while I was a couple of papers to point to their name. Did not have them all, fearing they had to participate in the reading. They said it was for the sweepstakes, oh yes so good, how original!
A point came when the authors: Dolores Ferrer, Ana Montilla, Juan M. Tortosa, who insisted for the umpteenth time that he did not read, Michael Viola and our official emcee Gemma Solsona, with a smile from ear to ear, gave me a pure huge surprise we had reserved for the final.
In haste and with his usual energy came Rosa M. Torrent, author of
bad business, the tab to take pictures of the blog.
I decided to go to the bathroom before the show when I pressed the light switch I heard the sound of a crystal ball roll on the floor, I looked behind the cup and found a blue-green marble, put it in my pocket, my head was easing.
The room was almost full, about twenty people, the buzz was growing, our fans getting impatient. Waited ten minutes, missing Juan Carlos and Tebu, without them we could not start.
The moment came, we take very much to Julia Soria worked both in the preparations and finally could not attend.
Micro in hand, Gemma began presenting the event. The micro! No sound! Move to the left, no, no, turns a little, now, now!, All on one side the thing worked, the micro antenilla has to be on the receiving radio waves. Fernando
again and again insisted he wanted to read, that he had come to read, after a fun-raphe rifi began readings.
A story by chapter. Broke the ice
Stroke of Luck Lorente Xavi, who read majestically Michael Viola.
Now it was my turn, I went to the bar to give instructions to prepare a "short of coffee," Gemma ordered the steward to seek a guilty hand to get the name of the person graceful. As I read, I went in the room with the award for the first story. I served without problems, I kept coming long legs, but not wavered.
then gently Ana Montilla read the story of Alex Garcia Ingrisano
Bon vivant.
Back to the bar, "an espresso" after much laughter by the antics of George with his steward named the second winner, who poured his coffee, this time with less skill, since I spilled a little on the table I misled the sound of orange marble rolled under the feet of the audience.
Finally it came his turn to Fernando, who read with unbridled enthusiasm of waiting, the story of Sergi
Wasabi House.
Bar: a "café con leche." Promptly gave it to luck.
Reading it was going to be long, had ordered the "Turkish coffee" in 5 minutes. I wanted to stay and listen as I read Dolores Ferrer toughened Ignasi
The fate of Gianna Soria. I sat in the chair and on legs I noticed that I did not know how to put them, curled awkwardly with each other as two parts of a string. That amused me too and I had to run for the prize.
did not want I passed the same with the next, I asked for a "coffee with chocolate" and I did not move the bar, while Juan Carlos Ruiz read fluently to his own account
Heart scrap. Promptly placed the reward on the table.
was only the story of the last chapter of the book, Penetration
, ability to read with their own author, Ana Maria.
was the fireworks end, had to serve coffee, a glass of brandy and a cigar he had carried in his pocket all evening, a professional pan. I was practicing, because it involved a challenge to serve my instability. Was it when Thomas gave me "the I had fallen yet, "the purple marble. Hearing the applause in the background, I went into the room smiling, straight, light-headed, pockets full of marbles, the apotheosis, the peak reading. When I appeared with the "trophy", the winner put his hands to his head in surprise and made a toast with a glass of brandy to the health of the authors.
My job was over, I sat back in a chair to revel in the latest readings off script, no matter the state of my legs. A spontaneous pleased
read
A woman writing Julia Soria.
The last troubadours: War and Gemma Tebu Languages \u200b\u200b
interpret the obtained respectively Solsona Ana Montilla and dexterity of my stroke of War Tebu, both with affection and complicity.
sounded the last sentences, the show drew to a close, Gemma and "steward Fernando" fired the event and was the last lot, a book signed by the present authors.
We said goodbye and left the
Bohemia, readings, coffee houses and party with the satisfaction of being with those who had to be.
Nothing was as it seemed, the waiter brought authors, jugglers, groups, hosts, presenters, actors in a literary gathering on stage roistering uncommon in this type of event.
On the way home, I kept coming great legs and felt even a slight rattle.
was the beginning of my vacation and was going to take to download my head and spend my legs, stepping places never trodden, leaving behind a trail of colored marbles.
Teresa Esmatges
coffee letter writers classroom
Spokesmen for my children's education confused me about the good life and money. Some would say that the two were inseparable. Others that the two things were different. Since then, I thought all was right, in its way, hoping to find my way. 
