I'm going to the field, this Sunday, in 'El País Semanal'

Carola is a three-year-old girl who has just discovered her love for tractors.

He has lived since July in Arboleya, an Asturian village of 30 neighbors.

Before, he lived in Tetuán, a district of Madrid of 161,000 inhabitants.

His brother, Tomé, is six years old and he likes the village because he can play here.

Today he has eaten cooked.

It's cold and Tomé blows soap bubbles into the clean winter air.

—In Madrid you could also play.

"Yes, but here I can go out and play alone."

In Ollauri (320 inhabitants; La Rioja) the school has reopened with the arrival of several children.

Héctor, a boy with long eyelashes and deep soul eyes, is one of them.

He is nine years old and lived on a tenth floor in Alcorcón.

During the pandemic, his parents had to take him to the psychologist because they believed he was going to die.

In September they moved to town.

One morning in December, he was at his desk making with his new elementary school classmates a tree made of cardboard on which they wrote their Christmas wishes.

"What did you ask for?"

"May no one in my family die."

And second, the Cortex Challenge, a memory game.

 In the urban world, going to the country has always been an ideal of escape towards the good life, and never the city has captured us like with the pandemic.

Some have already chosen to escape.

Are we in a moment of change or before the eternal return of the rural chimera?