(Setting: Plaça del Diamant, Barcelona. The stage is set with a pigeon coop and a small table where Natalia and Enriqueta sit. The year is 1952.)

Enriqueta: (smiling) Natalia, I must say I'm impressed with what you've done with these pigeons. Who would have thought they could be so useful?

Natalia: (smiling) Thank you, Enriqueta. It's been hard work, but I'm glad I can provide a useful service to people.

Enriqueta: Yes, and it's much needed. You've become quite popular in the neighborhood.

Natalia: (laughing) Yes, who would have thought that I would become the local pigeon postwoman?

Enriqueta: (smiling) You're a natural, my dear. And speaking of which, have you thought about expanding your services?

Natalia: (curious) What do you mean?

Enriqueta: (excitedly) Think about it, Natalia. You could start delivering packages, or even start a message service.

Natalia: (considering) That's not a bad idea, Enriqueta. I'll have to think about it.

Enriqueta: (smiling) I'm glad I could inspire you. And speaking of inspiration, have you met any interesting people lately?

Natalia: (blushing) What do you mean?

Enriqueta: (smiling knowingly) You know what I mean, my dear. Any men catching your eye?

Natalia: (giggling) Well, there is someone...

Enriqueta: (excitedly) Tell me all about it!

Natalia: (smiling) His name is Jaume. He's a kind man, and he loves pigeons just as much as I do.

Enriqueta: (smiling) That sounds lovely. And what does he do?

Natalia: (hesitating) He's a painter. He doesn't make much money, but he's passionate about his work.

Enriqueta: (smiling) Always, my dear. And now, let's talk more about this message service idea...
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