The 2nd year. Little did we forget that it was stiflingly hot at the time of the edition (always in early autumn), as if it were a premonition of climate change. We held the only street show we have ever had. At nightfall, in front of the Arriaga Theatre, the mobile and flamboyant orchestra Le Snob performed; it was magical. The award was given to Francisco Ibáñez. We set up a large marquee in El Arenal for different uses. There, good old Ibáñez, accompanied by a massive queue of fans, was signing copies (one sketch for each one) for three hours. He didn't even get up to go to the toilet. And he didn't stay there any longer because we had to rush him to the airport so he wouldn't miss his flight.