Believe it or not, these are the cherished objects of 21 years of a family of four.  More or less 2 boxes by person.

Every single object that wasn’t sold, donated, lent or trashed, it is in those boxes.  The certainty that my father’s slides were in one of them represented the 85%,  the other 15% was built up by the hesitation on my mother’s answer ensuring they were here.

So the 25th of August 2011 at around 16.30p.m GMT +1.00, on the loft of my uncle house, in the outer dry countryside of Garrapinillos, 8.3 miles west from Zaragoza and with an ambient temperature of 50℃, my cousin Guille, who kindly gave me a lift, and I proceeded to the opening (Read More)

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Jorge Lizalde