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 casa by Manuel Marsol (Spain), where a photograph of a penalty kick taken by his father sets off an inward journey through unexpected paths and celestial bodies. 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.
