When I was child, in cold winter afternoons, we used to put the radio to listen to the storytelling and the whole family in silence, we paid attention not to miss a word of it.

Today this good habit has been lost, but I can assure you that when I heard the entanglements of the plot, my fantasy flew, I imagined everything that the narrator counted and even if the story ended, I fantasized about the characters and created parallel versions.

In the summers of Toledo, it used to reach a temperature of 45º C in the shade. And my mother with good judgment persuaded us to take a nap, of course I was never sleepy, so “I moved to my imaginary world” where the bed became a space rocket and traveled the length and breadth of the Galaxy, living fantastic stories and fun.

Well, now it is Pere who will periodically tell you his adventures by chapters.