THE WANDERING PLASTA: And proffiting the shadow of the trees at noon.
THE WANDERING PLASTA: Taking a rest when needed.
THE WANDERING PLASTA: From the downtown of Spain main cities...
THE WANDERING PLASTA: Getting sometimes lost in their way.
THE WANDERING PLASTA: to depressed regions...
THE WANDERING PLASTA: She explored abandoned buildings... really boring.
THE WANDERING PLASTA: And climbed up any single infrastructure that she found on her way to enjoy the sight... Whow, the world was so huge!
THE WANDERING PLASTA: And got to the limits of the Park, founding a main road on her way... uphs! what is that for?
THE WANDERING PLASTA: Taking part in collective projects...
THE WANDERING PLASTA: rural populations,
THE WANDERING PLASTA: to their outskirts...
THE WANDERING PLASTA: Always free.
THE WANDERING PLASTA: She also got some car rides for free...
THE WANDERING PLASTA: Madrid was becoming too small for her. She felt the mood for something new. She needed to breath fresher air, to step into greener fields... She stopped and thought for a while; for a very long while indeed. And she took a decision: she had to go...
THE WANDERING PLASTA: She had become a shot on the face of the establishment, that looked at her now more as a problem than a business product.
THE WANDERING PLASTA: Then se moved into the West Park where she discovered animals and trees... interesting.
THE WANDERING PLASTA: very fast. And became more and more popular.
THE WANDERING PLASTA: and trapped her into a market golden jail.
THE WANDERING PLASTA: She inspired footwear creators,
THE WANDERING PLASTA: She step into fashion stores....
THE WANDERING PLASTA: Left her footprint into toy shops...
THE WANDERING PLASTA: She was kind of cool!
THE WANDERING PLASTA: Then she got on a small motorbike... go, go, go...
THE WANDERING PLASTA: A long-distance train...
THE WANDERING PLASTA: Later, a local train...
THE WANDERING PLASTA: From every single wall.
THE WANDERING PLASTA: No one was left.