I grew up in an ancient and gigantic house in the centre of a village bathed in a blanket of olive trees. More than a house, as I often say, it’s like a castle filled with rooms and drawers full of military medals, black and white photos, memories of a senseless war and Christian relics. At that time no dresses were bought but instead were sewn by the family tailor, and the technology was conspicuous in its absent, I did not know what a computer was until I was eighteen.
It was then that I left my home and from that moment, nothing has been the same. Do not misunderstand me, but sometimes I think that the evolution of our society, which is continuously changing and progressing, translates more as a regression. What luck to have been born in the 80’s.
I’ve packed and unpacked luggage many times. I’ve always loved to explore and learn about new discoveries from to the place itself and the locals. University helped me a lot in this regard with stays in Mexico, Italy and the United States. I travelled alone with backpack and map, sinning recklessly on more than one occasion.
I studied journalism and went through different media, also worked in public administration. Deplorable working expectations made me leave Spain. Needless to say, I do not consider myself an exception, a shame. Now I live in the land of tea at five, but this is a fallacy because the beverage is taken at any time, unfortunately I hate tea. I hope to write from here and wherever else the wind may take me. A point to know me more, I'm indecisive and impulsive, fussy and bohemian, advocate of the old school but open-‐minded. I hope you forgive me.