Today, Pol, Blanca and I prepared three messages, put them in three bottles, and launched them into the sea in Barcelona.
Maybe it will disintegrate in the sun, or shatter against a rock. Maybe a beach-cleaning boat will pick it up. It could also end up tangled in the coastal rocks, or simply buried in the beach sand.
There is, however, a small chance that it will head out to open sea, travel kilometers—many kilometers, perhaps thousands—, cross the Strait of Gibraltar and that someone might find it who feels curious about this bottle and the message inside.
If you are the one who found this message, it would make us so happy if you left a comment or sent us an email with a photo to the address you have found in the paper.
Getting a serious picture with Pol, Blanca, and the three bottles was totally impossible, so this is now the official photo of the event.