On June 2013, I roamed the streets of Girona at night. It started feeling as an ephemeral compulsive need, a needed that could be easily tamed. Its recurrent nature ruled otherwise. I just kept going out at night. I just kept snapping away. I just kept walking over the old cobblestones. I just could not shake the itch. The transmutation of the eye kept charming me back. On June 2013, I roamed the streets of Girona at night.