Santa Pau speaks by itself with its walls, silence, flags, colors, architecture and sculptures. And you know how in movies a soft, chilly wind means something magical/supernatural is about to happen? That was the air at Santa Pau. As if, from one minute to the next, we were going to be transported into a whole new (past) era. Every single person in this world deserves this kind of peace —a concept open to discussion, I agree—, but why are we so sure it's impossible for Central America to get there some day?