This is the story of my grandmother’s family, who lived during the Spanish postwar period, in a small village in Málaga. Adventures, customs, sayings and proverbs of that time appear in this story, using my great-grandfather as the main thread.
This is the reflection of a gay person about his life path, his relationship with others, especially his family, prejudice and the struggle to be respected. He begins by telling an episode at a college party, in São Paulo, Brazil, and how the words of another young man present at that party marked him.
Life was hard throughout that period during and after the war, but with good people that helped, we managed to get by. Everything that happened was a lesson to learn from: you have to survive no matter if life is hard or easy. Now I’m glad, because I have memories that became stories worth telling.
