Aeroporto Madrid — Pazzo

"¡Atención, pazzerelli!" the man screamed. "The airport is sick! It has the loco ! The only cure? More chaos!"

The crazy man in the yellow vest was gone. But on the floor, where he had been standing, lay a single half-eaten jamón sandwich and a handwritten note: aeroporto madrid pazzo

And then it happened. The entire terminal fell silent for one heartbeat. The lights dimmed. The guitar stopped. And from the ceiling, a million pieces of confetti—shaped like tiny airplanes and churros —rained down. The flamenco started again, louder. And Marco felt his feet move. "¡Atención, pazzerelli