Capítol 1 · a La Lluna De València - Archibald in valència

If life was a trip by train, Valencia would be my favourite station. I came here as a student and a promise has brought me back: "When I graduate, I'll be back and we'll film a documentary." I said this to Vicent, who is now filming and waiting for the arrival of his friend Archibald. A proud History of Art graduate at Boston University. Oh, my god... How are you doing? You look exactly the same! And you're... you're... What are you wearing! I was so eager to portray the city on a documentary that I didn't mind losing all my luggage. Or -you know how toddlers are- having to dress in bright orange. Too bad... You're still the same featherbrain! Come on! Go Valencia (football team), dude! Gooooo! "Under the moon of Valencia" -No, wait, wait, cut. Peter? Peter? Not "Peter". It's "Pere". I know, but... in English... English or not, it's "Pere". "Pere the Ceremonial". Here and in the People's Republic of China. Wait, stop right there. The expulsion of "mariscos"? Did they throw out all seafood? Did they throw away a prawn? A lobster, maybe? Come on, it's "moriscs". "Expulsion of the moriscs". -No, no, no. "Vella". "Vella". Vicent was like that. A nice guy, and a language taliban. He taught me the language of Ausiàs March with poems. Steady food and steady ***, don't fear death the smallest bit. You think it's nice to teach him that? Thank you, "***" from the Túria. No, not "Valence". "Valencia". Enough! If you correct me again, I'm packing up and going home! OK, OK, sorry... Great, please get a couple shots with me on top of the towers! We're closing! Did he say "closing"? Archie? Archie, come down! What! What did I say wrong! I'm not even speaking! -I know, come down, they're closing! -Maybe I should have said "Tworres"? -You're getting locked in! -I'm the director! Come down! Just come down right now! Please don't leave, wait a second sir! -Sorry, it's time. -I know, but there's... Wait! -Listen, there's someone up there! -I'm going to kill you! He's going to kill himself! Please, don't jump! Quick, call the firemen! You're not making a "fnac" movie, are you? Jumper! Jumper! And thus, I stayed under the moon of Valencia. The town wouldn't open its gates for me anymore. Our documentary did not start as well as I had expected. And I can tell you, things would not get any better. Now I'm headed back home, the documentary left unfinished. Having the feeling that in life, as in a trip, raising the expectations too much is asking fate to laugh at you. We do not know the reasons why this young foreigner is willing to commit suicide from one of our greatest monuments. The city hall still hasn't found the man in charge of the gates, which means it's going to be a long night for this man. Let's hope that the sight of the moon of Valencia, the moon of all Valencians, will restore his will to live. Jessica Belda, channel 19. Serrans Towers, Valencia.