Cinderella in Turó Parc

"Yes, mijita, we can talk, I'm walking the dogs," says the girl. In one hand, her left, she holds the leash. In the other, her phone, in hands-free mode. At this hour, noon, in Turó Parc, there are many domestic workers walking dogs. All wear white pants and a short smock: a more informal uniform than the lace apron, coif, and black skirt of maids from before. Surely all of them have had to go try it on in one of these "workwear" stores.

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The two dogs pull on the leash and she, from time to time, scolds them. "Falstaff, Miranda, stop, now!" They have well-thought-out names, with literary references, most of the dogs in this area. I wouldn't be surprised to find a Bulldog named Bartleby, a Yorkshire baptized as Molly Bloom, and a Beagle that answered to the name of Annie Wilkes. The girl sits on a bench. She brings the phone closer to her mouth and murmurs, sadly: "No, mijita, the discos are closed here, because of the pandemic, you can't go dancing." She sighs.

Very slowly, accompanied by a maid dressed more or less like her, an old woman approaches, using a walker. And then I see the scene. But perhaps only I see it. She stops in front of her and says: "Do you want to go to the dance? You will go to the dance." She takes a baguette from her bag, shakes it, and, suddenly, the two dogs transform into chauffeurs and the walker into a limousine. She shakes the magical baguette again and the girl is no longer dressed as a maid. Now she wears ripped and tight jeans, red heels, and a low-cut t-shirt.

"You will go to the dance," she tells her, "but remember there's a curfew at eleven. At eleven you cannot be on the street drinking, you have to be in the house where you stay overnight from Monday to Friday, because if not, this outfit I've created for you will transform into the uniform you were wearing and these red stiletto pumps love with glitter, which in the Jimmy Choo store on Paseo de Gracia, by the way, would cost you 550 euros (now there's no time to go to La Roca Village for sales) will transform back into crocs. Remember to maintain social distancing."

The girl gets into the limousine, which takes her to Luz de Gas. There she is the sensation of the dance floor. She does perreo with a boy dressed in blue until, suddenly, her phone alarm rings. Eleven o'clock! Curfew! She flees so fast that her mask falls off. The boy dressed in blue picks it up. He will go to Turó Parc to ask all the girls walking dogs who the owner is, until he finds her. He is in love.