When I enter the villa I attest to its intoxicating atmosphere. The first thing that comes into view is his past. Peñalba is an ancient town where the church of Santiago de Peñalba is located, a jewel of Mozarabic architecture from the 10th century.

In their rooms it never got dark. The hours made noises and the noises, impatience. you wanted to sleep and, at the same time, get up as soon as possible because the doze was crossed by flashlight beams, footsteps of boots that shook the silence and the metallic clash of crampons and ice axes.

that's my city, Madrid, the city in which the others do not exist. The city that never waits for me. Needless, is always open. I never understood my city better than now that I'm gone. I never felt that so much of his blood ran in my veins. I get it now that I know I like you because the last thing you want is to be perfect.. You are not. You are old, new, bitch, fun, beautiful and ugly.