“If all of Valencia was languishing in the heat in August, then the bakers were even more suffocating at the oven, where it was hot, as if on fire. Naked, covered only for the sake of decency with a white apron, they worked with the windows open; but even under these conditions, their inflamed skin seemed to melt, turning into sweat, which fell drop by drop into the dough, and the biblical curse was half fulfilled, since the customers ate bread soaked, if not with their own, then with someone else’s sweat...”

Translation: Tatiana Herzenstein