It is late spring 2012 in the bustling Catalonian city of Sabadell. The day is drawing to a close, and bells sound out the hour of six in the evening. In the plaça de Sant Roc small groups of people walk and cycle in the square, criss-crossing in front of the stately town hall. A young girl stoops to place a coin in the hat of a busker.
The musician, although unusually well attired, is perhaps a common sight in the central square, once the home of the bank that bears the town’s name. Before the busker even strikes a note, he has gathered a small crowd, curious to see what he will have to offer. And they certainly cannot have imagined what would follow.