I’m always thinking about my mother’s dead. It’s not that I haven’t overcome it yet because I have my own family and I’ve got to carry on but… She died on 6 January, on Epiphany, and it was really hard. Every year, we went at my mother’s house on Epiphany. That year, she was cooking and, suddenly, got quite ill. We took her to the hospital and she died there. She didn’t come back. It was really hard for me.
I know I’m pessimistic even though I try not to be. I have been part of an association in San Nicolás for many years. We support each other and it’s comforting.