Foreign Rights

My grandmother used to knit beneath the palm tree on the patio to the back of the house, and I would contemplate her profile from my hideout. I also liked to play with my cousins Pedro and Marta and with their guinea pigs. I was happy, despite the fact that my father didn’t live with us, as he was in prison. But, one day, my whole world changed; my mother and grandmother were murdered. That’s how I ended up alone. Then, a Spanish priest whose surname was Casla came to the village, and I got on well with him right away.