Discover the secrets

That morning he had thought that, instead of going to the usual flea market, he was going to sift through the old books that were piled up on that street that he had been told about. Anyway, it was the weekend and he could spend his time looking for those little secrets that he knew Madrid was hiding (although they were easy to be seen if you knew how to look for). On the way to the hidden street he was told (the other night, laughing in the bar, when no one was looking, she wrote it on a paper napkin for him), he decided that this time he would open his eyes wide and go hunting for all those secrets of the city worth discovering. However, it was the unexpected turn of the script that captured him, without warning, as the good secrets: the sharp hidden corners in the streets, the impossible trees, twisting sculptures, old slate discs, dark characters, unexplained phenomena. He felt a little overwhelmed and decided to focus on resuming the search for those old books. But he was already under spell and now he only wanted to be carried away by these singular hunters, they were lurking in any corner of the city: the amazing fragmentation of light through millions of crystals, the tormented ghost that watches you from the last window of that building. He soon began to realize that he was privileged, am I the only one these secrets have the ability to amaze? Deep down, he badly wished there were some, perhaps many other unwary who would allow themselves to be hunted by the secrets of Madrid...

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