suddenly awoke, but did not open his eyes, still dreamed dinner the previous day. It was hot and cold at the same time and yet ... water. Salada. "He had spent Ferrán with salt or any additives and so was the scent of salt even over the past memories of chocolates and prepared GT-style boss?
No. Impossible. Everything was perfect, from the reception, including the assumption by the floor manager of the diner who was alone but had booked for two would be served dinner of two people at a time, until their farewell dream, with "the best cook? across the Mediterranean world sharing conversation, future plans and a soft drink. The Mediterranean, and in the middle of autumn, the land claimed his tribute, then return in the form of sand, creating a foam probably made him think the genius of Montjoi.
His head ached! How could I have a hangover with a GT very soft and just a dozen glasses of different wines, which had been traveling around the world in just a few hours? Suddenly, he felt the water had he stayed in the tub again? "Sought to make himself an infusion? He opened his eyes, fearing that doing so memories of tastes, smells and textures that had lived doubly dissipate as a foam. The light tore his eyes with a piercing flame how could it be that the lamp will illuminate the face?
Then he realized.
He was in the car.
The car was in the water, flooding slowly as the sun lit up the dawn and, for some reason, he could not move. Does the drink and food of El Bulli had stunned him enough to pull off the road? At least, he thought he would die after having tasted a dream, the dream of a lifetime gourmand, who had only reached after several attempts, the achievement of which the backup-so-gleefully had shared in various posts in participating ...
And then, only then, while the water was literally on the neck, he said. He reminded that other blogger with whom he had been to perform the rite of going to the seafood restaurant Roses; that another blogger had no reservation but was happy for him and he had insisted that as a digestive try a rum from Trinidad he brought himself. He recalled his dismay, the blow ... And then he realized, and submerged, that was dying a few meters from his dream without going to El Bulli, and wept and wept even under water without being comforted to think that someday he fishes that would feed into cooked by the master.
When next morning the local police gave notice to the divers of the Autonomous to extract water, not surprised that only a few hours the body as if he were already more than a day on the water. They had already seen before: the delights that ate and drank in El Bulli's bodies became a kind of candy to fish, and surely these foams the devil made to disintegrate faster.
It was not long until the usurper would end up in hospital, not because it corroded the blame, but because they had dinner for two at El Bulli and could not tell. He ended his days screaming that he had eaten for two people in El Bulli, but even as a young doctoral student in psychiatry tried to corroborate the relentless Juli database confirmed that no, this man never been to El Bulli.
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