There are stories best told in the first person. From memory, from the wound. Such as Reliquia by Pol Guasch (Spain), a non-fiction account of the absence of a father who chose to take his own life; Neblina Afuera by Iveth Luna Flores (Mexico), a work that explores family, work and writing as forms of resistance; and El cielo en una estancia by Manuel Marsol (Spain), in which a photograph of a prison taken by his father sets off a journey along unexpected paths filled with celestial bodies and harmony in the spheres. And so, when one looks back, one realises that memories are often linked to the bond with one’s father, and to everything that surrounds it.






