There’s a school at the top of a hill outside Barcelona. To the west you can see the jags and peaks of Monserrat mountain and yellow mimosa fills your eyes and senses. This is a special school. Una Escuela Especial. So called because the children have special needs. But when I first arrived two years ago the ‘special’ hit me with a force of nature and every cell of my being wanted to return again and again whatever the odds. The special is the people. The teachers with their wide open hearts, souls and spirits – funny, welcoming and kind, hugging and kissing the children as if it were christmas every day. And the children having that as their normal. Their normal is special. And the games I’ve made – that require hands, bodies and souls to be in contact with each other – land with these people as naturally as the blossoms land on the soil of their hills. And every time I’ve been in this place, I’ve found new ways of seeing and listening and understanding how to communicate. A week ago, twenty children and eleven actors performed El somni d’una d’estiu to an audience of just over one hundred people in an ancient medieval hospital in Granollers. Light shone through the high windows and the children’s light of courage, humour and pride shone into all of us. The audience are mainly parents and grandparents and siblings and aunts and uncles and neighbours of the children – so full of love. Many of whom I recognise now as this is the third time I’ve made a performance with their children. And through our tears and our hugs it never feels real, it feels like a dream Like far off mountains turned into clouds… where everything seems double… and I am not sure I am awake… My thanks to Alex Casanovas for seeing what I do and believing in me. One person believing another is enough to create miracles. Kelly Hunter