STORIES

 

      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.

 

                 Marina