A long, long time ago, back in the last century, I was born in a beautiful afternoon on April 28.
In place of the Mancha. Whose name I want to remember, Miguel Esteban (Toledo).
My family called Alcolado-Muñoz, good people and hardworking, they named me Marina.
As a teenager, I studied at the Institute of Alcázar de San Juan. What a beautiful memory! The last course, I had only one goal, to get the best grades. I wanted to be a doctor!
And in October, I put my feet for the first time in the medical school of the University of Zaragoza.
I finished the studies and… now what? Many roads, many decisions to make. I came to Barcelona, I worked in many hospitals, with different people. It was enriching!
And in the last years, I have worked in the medical emergencies of Barcelona, in a UVI ambulance.
At the beginning of the twenty-first century, I entered into an existential crisis “literally speaking”. My dear medicine and the beliefs that until that moment had clung to me, they began to totter. And they fell apart!
Then “I started the way” the search for “the Truth”. Or perhaps “finding myself”. Therefor I signed up for all the interesting courses that crossed my path, Gestalt, NLP, Theater, Photography, Drawing-Painting, Music Therapy, Geocrom and more, many more.
All this has helped me to know more of my self and to deal with unresolved emotions. To relate to my spiritual world and to further develop my intellectual capacity. And I have learned to express it through the writing, painting and capturing the moment through photography.
And now, if you’ll let me, I will share it with you.
Marina