 Towards the end of last year, the opening night of Centre Roque was a study in contrasts. Inside, the invited guests strolled through the new facilities, sipping sparkling wine. Outside, a disgruntled crowd banged drums and threw eggs at the glass facade. They were angry that the city authorities had evicted a squat, known as Autonomous Factory Roque, to clear the way for the new creative centre. The opening of the Centre Roque produced an almost Kafkaesque feeling,