Between WhatsApp and Instagram notifications and Google Calendar alerts, it's painful to remember that, not so long ago, friends didn't send each other voice notes to communicate. In some corner of the houses we lived in, there was a small table with a device with buttons and a coiled cord: the telephone. The friendship of the protagonists in this story, like so many others, has accumulated countless hours of phone conversations; so many, in fact, that the parents of one or the other had to intervene in the two friends' calls because their respective families were unable to communicate. The friendship, which could have a song on one side... Lambada, from Kaoma, or You came running From Tennessee, it's the one by editor Maria Muntaner and Paula Fluxà, who today tells us about the daughter of Lleonard Muntaner (author, by the way, of the very tender photograph that accompanies this text).