I have a small habit: when I get into an Uber or a Bolt in a new place, I try to start a conversation. Sometimes I get silence. Sometimes I get a whole life story between the airport and the hotel. This time I got two. The first ride was with a middle-aged woman from Venezuela. She earns about 400 euros a month, so she shares a flat with other people - a place of her own is simply out of reach. Still, when I asked how life in Spain compares with life back home, she did not hesitate. There...