Stadt. That was his last name and it appeared that way on his passport, a document worn out by time and the crossing of borders. Born in a small village in the north, his earliest memories were of green hills and golden fields stretching as far as the eye could see. But his life would take an unexpected turn when, as a child, his family decided to leave in search of new opportunities. That first journey, marked by echoing farewells, foreshadowed a future of ceaseless movement, a life destined to be told in railway stations, lonely trails and cafés in cities around the world.

In memory of José Luis Infante Faura, tireless flâneur