Marta, Sebas, Guille y los demás

Random cities, cheap hotels, unfamiliar sunrises outside the window - none of that matters when you can hear the guitar and the hoarse laughter of those who have become family. Some have run out of money, some have lost their jobs, and some have fled to another city for a new life. But the evening still turns into a small celebration, because there is always a reason to raise a glass and curse your former boss.

Friends become coordinates on a map that even time cannot erase. Some are far away, others have dissolved into their work and families, but it is worth remembering - and the noise of the streets, meaningless conversations and hours spent together come back to life in your head. There is something more important than any plans: the simple certainty that, above all circumstances, one word will always remain - ‘friends.’