Sevilla or my personal Bermuda triangle
As with any magic place, we can forget about locating it on a map. So if I tell you of this place as the Bermuda's triangle, please do not come to me with any kind of geographical considerations. This is not about the North Atlantic ocean, this is not about the Sargasso sea, this is about getting lost and maybe considered missing (by people not living there, or even by yourself) in Sevilla. How does this happen? One day you land in Sevilla, no matter for which reason, no matter where you came from, and the city welcomes you with its uncanny tranquility. In fact, you feel it straight away after arrival but you only adapt to slow motion after two or three days for you to get used to a diffuse feeling of serenity and ease. The first time you leave the magic, you just think of coming back and staying longer. The second time you leave, it has already started getting into you, and you feel your heart aching. The third time you leave, your decision is made to come back for go...