Opposite my house in the Vistillas quarter, there was a cloistered convent, which in turn was quite close to the prison. My mother, who was very religious, used to take me to the convent, which was white on the outside, but I only saw darkness inside. They set me on the turntable and the nuns on the other side would admire me. Half a turn and I passed from bright light to darkness.

JOSÉ GUERRERO