Bernat Dedéu

I was born in the center of the universe, in the Eixample, on April 10, 1979. From that precise moment, I have only left my neighborhood to live for a time in New York, the second most important grid-shaped city in the world. I like to read, write, and walk, which is the only way to learn anything worthwhile. I studied philosophy and music, two passions about which I know four things but well learned, and I have barely made a living thanks to journalism in most of the country's media outlets. I am one of the few Catalans who has not written a book or has a literary prize on their nightstand. I currently write daily whatever I please on the blogThe Tower of the Hours, opinion columns inEl Nacional, I collaborate in the discussion groupThe why of it allofThe world on rac1, I direct and present the book podcastL'Illa de Maiansand I publish weekly the very famous chronicleThe StabinThe New Barcelona Post.