10 / Istanbul, I guess

Istanbul is the place where east and west grew up together. To my mind, it is the town of diversity and movement, breathtaking views and mysterious corners. Near there, in the Bosphorus strait, I suffered a very remarkable literary experience when I sudenly knew that it was there where the Espronceda's pirate was singing.

This is my son Miguel and me in Bosphorus, three years ago. I had just declaimed The Pirate Song which was a great satisfaction to me and a great embarrassment to my son.