If the writer Delibes taught me to look, the comedian Fernán-Gómez, to listen. For a few years I had the privilege of being close to him and listening to him.. listen to him, among other, the story of Fernanda López, the blonde, your great-grandmother, from whom he inherited the hair color and who was from Valdelaguna, a town next to Chinchón, mine. And from Carolina Gómez, seamstress, the grandmother who took care of her childhood like Natividad López, their work, took care of mine. We exchange and share coincidences in many other stories. Survival stories, of absences, Fears, hopes, dreams: of freedom, of 'becoming someone', If so, why not?? Jackie Cooper, 'the one from Treasure Island', and also 'writer of Salgari novels'.
Firm, proudly resolved in her melancholy, Fernando's voice sounded when remembering those times, when remembering. Echoes of Baroja, Galdos, Bear… They wandered through that memory. Also, through Fernando's, I wanted the voices of his grandmother and mine, Carola's distant, his mother, Maria's, the illiterate maid fond of poetry, Florentina's and 'damn what legs'’ from her boyfriend. The voice of the dreaming child, the one of the meritorious with his handful of sweet chestnuts in his pocket, that of the young man in love and in a hurry, in a hurry… Voices in one voice. I trust that you will listen to me with the same or similar emotion with which I listened to him., the seamstress's grandson, the comedian's son.
José Sacristán
