Many years ago I was going to drink coffee at the Atlas, the bar-restaurant of my friend Xavi. There, Prem and Jagat worked in the kitchen, two nepali boys. Ahmed, moroccan and Angelo, who came from India, worked behind the bar. All of them are good professionals and better persons. It was Angelo who told me that his grandfather, in India, when he was a child, reminded him: "... Paradise and Hell are here on Earth and this is where we enjoy it, and here is where we suffer from it.”

One day I proposed them to take a portrait of each one. They were still analogical times and I used rolls of expired slides, introducing the uncertainty in the process. The transparencies once processed were dark and at the same time penetrating like its intense blue color. I had never shown them.

Now, they are the remembrance of all of them and especially of Ángelo who is no longer here among us.

Richard Avedon, said:

“I used to think that portrait was a collaboration, that is something was happened as a result of what the subjet wanted to project and what the photographer wanted to photograph."

Perhaps, it has been during these countless, brief and intimate "collaborations" made over the years where I have become aware of the transcendental importance of serving our dignity and the respect that we owe to each other.