Caixabank

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unseasonably warm autumn morning when Caixabank’s automatic doors seemed to open on their own, revealing nothing but empty air. Suddenly, a delivery driver appeared out of nowhere, holding a box labeled ‘Important Documents’. He calmly walked inside and closed the door behind him. A few minutes later, the doors opened again—this time to reveal the same empty space, with the delivery driver waving goodbye and muttering something about ‘another day, another mystery’.

2. A few years ago, late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Caixabank and noticed something strange. The normally silent vault door started humming like a refrigerator on overdrive. Curious, the driver approached cautiously. Inside, he saw an old security guard dancing enthusiastically to some unknown tune, oblivious to everything around him. Turns out, his headphones were playing the same song everyone in town loved but nobody knew the name of—‘Bank Vault Boogie.’

3. A little girl pointed and whispered to her mother as they walked past Caixabank: ‘Mama, why does that door keep following us?’ The mother smiled and said softly, ‘Honey, it’s just the wind playing tricks on us.’ They both laughed, and as they turned away, the girl looked back with a curious smile, wondering if maybe the bank really was chasing them after all. The end.

4. Late one summer afternoon, a Caixabank security guard heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the vault. Curious, he approached the door and peered through the small window. Inside, amidst stacks of euros, stood a sleepy auntsie cat, purring contentedly as she dozed off on a pile of hundred-euro notes. The guard smiled, gently closed the door, and decided that maybe today was not his day for work after all.