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  1. “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
    “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
  2. “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
    “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
  3. “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
    “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
  4. “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
    “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
  5. “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
    “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
  6. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  7. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  8. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  9. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  10. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  11. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  12. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  13. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  14. After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
    After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
  15. After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
    After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
  16. After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
    After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
  17. After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
    After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
  18. After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
    After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
  19. After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
    After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
  20. Shadows of Ourselves
    Shadows of Ourselves
  21. Shadows of Ourselves
    Shadows of Ourselves
  22. Shadows of Ourselves
    Shadows of Ourselves
  23. Shadows of Ourselves
    Shadows of Ourselves
  24. Shadows of Ourselves
    Shadows of Ourselves
  25. Shadows of Ourselves
    Shadows of Ourselves
  26. Handwritten Notes
    Handwritten Notes
  27. Handwritten Notes
    Handwritten Notes
  28. Handwritten Notes
    Handwritten Notes
  29. Handwritten Notes
    Handwritten Notes
  30. Handwritten Notes
    Handwritten Notes
  31. Handwritten Notes
    Handwritten Notes
  32. Guillermo Monfort Juárez
    Guillermo Monfort Juárez
  33. Juan Carlos Arroyo Portero
    Juan Carlos Arroyo Portero
  34. Miguel Ángel Jorquera Moya
    Miguel Ángel Jorquera Moya
  35. Nicolás Lecocq Lemasson
    Nicolás Lecocq Lemasson
  36. Rosalía Bautista Madrid & Verónica Regueiro Huertos
    Rosalía Bautista Madrid & Verónica Regueiro Huertos

At 7:39AM on March 11, 2004, three commuter trains departing from Alcalá de Henares were bombed en route to Madrid, and a fourth exploded by mistake at 7:36AM. One hundred ninety-one people were assassinated and 1,500 wounded in what constituted the largest terrorist attack in the history of Europe. The city awoke in the worst manner possible and remained gray for several days. No one understood anything, and there was an indefinable silence in the streets. That morning people called to check on each other and from that afternoon on, Atocha Station turned into a secular temple where Madrid would go to cry and see others cry.

NOPHOTO takes the events that befell March 11, 2004, as a point of departure for its collective project Cercanías (After 11-M) on the commuter trains that Madrid residents take to go to work. By inviting the photographers to approach to these events with complete freedom, the project constitutes a creative process in the first person.

Sombras de nosotros mismos (Shadows of Ourselves) de Juan Santos, En silencio (In Silence) by Matías Costa, Todos muertos (All Dead) by Paco Gómez, Notas manuscritas (Handwritten Notes) by Eva Sala, 11.3.04 by Carlos Sanva, Duermenadie (Noonesleeps) by Jorquera and Negro alba (Black Dawn) by Juan Valbuena.

The end result of the project is compiled in a video called C-2 in which Jonás Bel offers an in-depth look at the photographers’ creative processes, serving as the narrative thread that binds this collective creation together.

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