Eros Ramazzoti is reached soon. Better two hours before. And with a sandwich wrapped in silver paper because his followers did not recycle in the last century. You arrive at Eros, at the Palau Sant Jordi in Barcelona, those from the 80s and 90s, because little is known about the new ones. And the Italian, luckily, does not disappoint. It starts on time, at 9 p.m. And it immediately reminds you why Eros was essential in your walkman.
