When I got off the train and set foot in my new city of Barcelona, I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. Then, instantly, I felt fear, because I found myself face-to-face with an escalator, something I had never encountered before: I thought it looked like an enormous, deadly python. Everything was new and exciting. And there were countless aspects of this new world that I didn’t understand. This, at last, was Paradise, the Promised Land. It was February 24, 2005.
