Resistencia e dereito á renacenza

It’s Monforte. It is the dining room of a rationalist house with a semi-gallery facing the street. I finished the first course at the School of Journalism in Barcelona. I’m nineteen years old and I’m comming to meet Manuel María and Saleta. A few months ago I wrote a letter addressed to them, my first letter in a language, Galician, in which I was never literate. And to give me to be worth, along with the letter I attached a poem. They offer me their home (…)