"My parents lived in a neighborhood in the north of Madrid. It was called Belleview. The name itself was a guarantee: a beautiful sight of the mountains could be enjoyed from our windows. The city never stopped growing and, one day, we lost our belle views. Nobody gave my parents back the extra money they paid for their flat to face the north; for us to be able to see the mountains. Nobody thought about changing the name to our neighborhood; about calling it ItOnceHadBelleViews, for example. In fact, some years later, they built an underground station and called it Belleview. Nobody has complained either. So, one winter, in my early teens, when I looked through the window and discovered I could no longer see the snowy summits, I felt helpless and asked my mother the reason why my father had allowed another building to be built just in front of ours. To my eyes, we occupied the very centre of everything. Middle class children should grow up learning that they are not important, that their parents are not important and that the love they share will not save them from anything."

Jesús Rubio Gamo