![]() ![]() On the night in question, I arrived in good time. It was the precise opera he had recommended, in the very venue he had suggested. When I showed it to my opera-crazed neighbor, he peered at it for some time, turned it around to check the back, and then shook his head. I bought the second cheapest type of ticket. Some of the prices for individual tickets would also buy you a studio apartment in the city. It was hard to know what to do when I went to the box office. It was Puccini’s La Boheme, and it starred Montserrat Caballé. Having calmed him down and got a dictionary, I realized that he had seen a production at the Liceu that was special, and he believed that I, as a matter of urgency, should see it too. He was saying something that clearly would require quick action on my part. At first, I thought a fire had broken out or the police had, once more, attacked the people. Two days ago, he was waiting for me in the corridor. He looks like someone who has seen little daylight, but instead he has seen many operas, as he tried to explain to me in broken versions of several languages. The man in the next room listens to opera on the radio. The walls in this small, cheap hotel are thin. ![]() Early in 1976, for example, from my pension on the corner of Carrer de la Portaferrissa and Carrer del Pi, I described my first visit to the Liceu opera house. ![]() In the second half of the seventies, when I was in my twenties, I wrote letters home to Ireland from Barcelona. The Gran Teatre del Liceu in Barcelona, ca. ![]()
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