Elisabet Solé Roca

Elisabet wakes up one night and isn't sure if it was her own scream that woke her. At the same time Lucia crosses Plaza Tetuan and is hit by a wind that awakens a childhood memory. Both women carry a loss. We don't know how it is to be the person that sits next to us on the metro. Sometimes we still find ourselves reaching out for him or her. Sometimes we get a hold while other times they slip through our fingers. One Thursday, Elisabet and Lucia ride the same metro in the direction of Pobleneu.