Carmen reminded herself that it wasn’t Phila’s fault if she, at thirty, still lived in her sister’s basement and didn’t know what to do with all those plastic ducks she found in the bathtub because of the number of children – four in total – living there. The housing crisis was purely theoretical, she thought gloomily, until the moment it affected you too. Edinburgh wasn’t just expensive; it was ridiculously, astronomically expensive. Whether you wanted to live in a simple apartment or Buckingham Palace, it was all the same. Fortunately, her sister, Sophia, who was currently at home on maternity leave, didn’t seem to care much.

“Well then!” said the director, who was short, with a long ponytail, small round glasses, and dressed head to toe in black, as if wanting to proclaim his profession from a mile away. Carmen wondered if he spent a fortune grooming his beard. At the same time, the various onlookers were asked to step back behind the barriers blocking access, annoying those who wanted to photograph that beautiful street with its decorated shops, which gently sloped upwards reminiscent of Diagonal Alea, delighting those who simply wanted to see up close the movie star who had slightly lost his shine and was playing the lead role.

The movie star who had slightly lost his shine, named Lind Stevens, appeared on stage. He wore plaid trousers and a huge sweater that looked incredibly expensive. Just in case, Indra pushed out her chest. “And… action!” Carmen caught herself smiling. She couldn’t hold back; it was exciting. At Christmas, all this would be available online and would feature her own bookstore! Okay, Mr. McCrindy’s bookstore, if she wanted to be precise. However, Carmen was sure they wouldn’t have chosen this location if the bookstore hadn’t been transformed into a beautiful place to visit thanks to her hard work.