The real situation: I was alone in my house, was 28 years old, just returned after passing the summer outside the province, working, and the rooms were full of spiderwebs. Since I didn't have a job and the money, bit by bit, would reach me for four months. Neither did I have hopes of finding another job. The police had renewed my residency for three months. Not authorized to work in Spain. Didn't know what to do. It was a benign autumn.
Translation from Laura Healy