Architects are regular travellers, especially if they have works in different cities or give lectures often. These quick trips produce, as valuable residue, a paradoxically slow time in which the horizon or the clouds accompany their thoughts. For Luis M. Mansilla and Emilio Tuñón each journey is a parenthesis that opens up in their daily activity, a pocket of time, a vacant fold which they fill up in a systematic and free way with conversations, memories, reflections and intentions. Tokyo, Vigo, Aachen, Valparaiso, photography, landscapes, actions, flowers, Siza, Miralles or the interminable Le Corbusier, squares and rhombus, sake, Roman foundations, Perec, Kafka, Leo Basi and Olafur Eliasson are some of the varied presences conjured up in the pages of these road tales.