Bonded over the ping pong table

People I photograph are those who would probably never be photographed this way. Even once. In their entire life. It blows my mind that every moment something is happening around the corner that will stay unnoticed forever. Something amazing. Something authentic. Something so simple and "normal" that the beauty of it is overwhelming and difficult to express simultaneously. The way it happens here. In the basement of the community center that belongs to the La Huerta del Rey district of Valladolid. These men are here every Sunday morning. And they are invisible. Their joy is invisible. Their satisfaction and inspiration from being together doing what they love are invisible. Their fun and lifelong companionship are invisible. And I just had to make sure it stopped being so.