ABOVE: El Prat Airport, Barcelona. Photo: Simon Sellars.
A man shrugs off the clucking of his family and makes his way to International Departures. With the ticketing formalities over, he slumps at the bar and orders drinks.
He sits and waits.
To escape.
A wicked love gone horribly, horribly wrong. Sour times polyfill the cracks, forcing him to seek joy in sepia-youth: he remembers Mum and Dad so beaming and proud and pictures the first time he was here. ...