En un racó oblidat de Barcelona, l'aire de primavera portava un suau olor a roses.

In a forgotten corner of Barcelona, the spring air carried a gentle scent of roses.

Era el Dia de Sant Jordi, però Oriol no mesurava el temps amb llibres i roses, sinó amb l'estrident tic-tac del seu rellotge.

It was Dia de Sant Jordi, but Oriol didn't measure time with books and roses, but with the loud ticking of his watch.

Dins d'un magatzem abandonat, la llum de la tarda entrava per les finestres cobertes de pols, il·luminant les ombres de restes de maquinària i deixalles del passat.

Inside an abandoned warehouse, the afternoon light came through the dust-covered windows, illuminating the shadows of leftover machinery and debris of the past.

Els sons de la ciutat esmorteïen el silenci aquí, excepte el ritme constant de la pluja contra el sostre.

The sounds of the city muffled the silence here, except for the constant rhythm of rain against the roof.

Oriol estava nerviós.

Oriol was nervous.

Núria, la seva amiga i també periodista, l'havia advertit.

Núria, his friend and also a journalist, had warned him.

"Això és massa perillós, Oriol", li havia dit.

"This is too dangerous, Oriol," she had said.

"Pau potser no arriscarà el coll per venir.

"Pau might not risk his neck to come."

" Però Oriol tenia una missió: revelar la corrupció d'un polític local que menyspreava la veritat i la justícia.

But Oriol had a mission: to reveal the corruption of a local politician who scorned truth and justice.

Assegut rere unes caixes de fusta desgastades, Oriol mantenia els ulls clavats a l'entrada del magatzem.

Sitting behind some worn wooden crates, Oriol kept his eyes fixed on the warehouse entrance.

Mantenia en una mà un vell maletí i a l'altra, una rosa de Sant Jordi, símbol no només de l'amor, sinó també del valor.

He held in one hand an old briefcase and in the other, a Sant Jordi rose, a symbol not just of love, but also of courage.

Cada minut que passava semblava una eternitat.

Every minute that passed seemed like an eternity.

El sol es ponia, deixant el magatzem en penombra.

The sun was setting, leaving the warehouse in shadow.

Ni un signe de Pau.

Not a sign of Pau.

El cor d'Oriol palpitava amb incertesa.

Oriol's heart pounded with uncertainty.

Sabia que una decisió s'imposava: quedar-se o fugir.

He knew a decision had to be made: stay or flee.

Va recordar les paraules de Núria, però va tancar els ulls un moment, respirant profundament, decidit a esperar.

He remembered Núria's words but closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply, determined to wait.

Quan el rellotge marcava l'hora propera, va escoltar passos ràpids i suau.

When the clock struck the next hour, he heard quick, soft footsteps.

La porta metàl·lica del magatzem es va obrir lentament i la figura de Pau va aparèixer, esbufegant, amb el cabell i la roba mullats per la pluja.

The warehouse's metal door slowly opened, and Pau's figure appeared, panting, with hair and clothes drenched by the rain.

Portava un sobre gruixut.

He carried a thick envelope.

Oriol sentí una mescla d'alleujament i d'urgència.

Oriol felt a mix of relief and urgency.

"Pau!

"Pau!

Ràpid!

Quickly!"

", va xiuxiuejar Oriol.

Oriol whispered.

Pau va córrer cap a ell, entregant-li el sobre mentre remugava: "No estem sols.

Pau ran towards him, handing him the envelope while muttering, "We're not alone.

Han seguit.

They followed.

Marxa ja!

Get out now!"

"En aquell instant, uns sorolls sospitosos ressonaven fora del magatzem.

At that moment, suspicious noises echoed outside the warehouse.

Oriol va agafar el sobre amb mans tremoloses, el va amagar al maletí amb habilitat i va córrer cap a una petita sortida del darrere que havia detectat abans.

Oriol grabbed the envelope with trembling hands, hid it skillfully in the briefcase, and dashed towards a small exit he'd spotted earlier.

En instants, estava a l'exterior, l'aire fresc de la nit li picava la cara.

In moments, he was outside, the fresh night air hitting his face.

Amb el cor a mil, va desaparèixer entre els carrers de Barcelona, assegurant-se que ningú el seguia.

With his heart racing, he disappeared among the streets of Barcelona, ensuring no one was following him.

Quan va sentir que estava segur, es va deturar un moment, amb el sobre preuat pegat al pit.

When he felt sure he was safe, he paused for a moment, with the precious envelope pressed against his chest.

Aquella nit, Oriol va entendre el valor del coratge.

That night, Oriol understood the value of bravery.

No només havia aconseguit els documents incriminatoris, sinó que havia enfrontat les seves pròpies pors.

Not only had he obtained the incriminating documents, but he had also faced his own fears.

Aquell Sant Jordi, enmig dels llibres i les roses, Oriol havia descobert una veritat: la lluita pel que és just sempre mereix el risc.

That Sant Jordi, amidst the books and roses, Oriol had discovered a truth: the fight for what is right is always worth the risk.