The Story: This summer was intense. I spent months in my loft atelier, filling out forms for RTBT rtbt_artbeat , searching for support and funding, trying to bring the vision forward. and some days I felt completely alone, like I was carrying everything by myself. One evening in early autumn, September or maybe October, I felt this sudden, undeniable urge to get out. To breathe. To step away from the screen and the papers and the pressure. So I walked out into the city, without a plan, just following whatever moved inside me. My steps led me to Pink Cocodrilo. I didn’t know I needed that moment. I didn’t know I needed that space. But I walked in… and there was nacho_de_la_barra , behind the bar, warm, open, and present. We started talking across the counter. I told him, almost spontaneously: "Are you doing music regularly? Your place already has incredible sushi and amazing cocktails… but it feels like it wants a heartbeat. A weekly rhythm. A place for music, art, and community....