Tarragona, Catalonia, Spain 14th, august 1954

My journey led me to a province in Catalonia, Spain, called Tarragona.

I am sitting outside a little bar attached to a station in No-man's-land. Waiting for a train to take me to Barcelona. I followed the Ebro for a while now. Here, the hills across the valley of the Ebro are long and white. On this side there is no shade and no trees. The summer is at its climax. Even if I had the time it would be too hot to explore the countryside further. Therefor I have to rely on everything I see from this perspective. The hills are white in the sun, reminding me of white elephants. The country is brown and dry. A warm wind blows through the area. I saw fields of grain and trees along the banks of the Ebro on the other side of the station. There are mountains beyond. I will come back and deepen my survey.

I have to catch my train. A young couple and several people from inside the bar follow me to the platform.