“La infancia se volvía un campo de batalla cada tarde. Así lo recuerdo yo. Cada huerta una trinchera, cada piedra una bala. Tiempos duros donde lo único importante era sobrevivir."
“Childhood became a battlefield every evening. That is how I remember it. Every field was a trench and every stone was a bullet. Those were hard times when the only important thing was to survive.”
