Excuse the reader for the betrayal: today's column deserted from Madrid, its authorities, its troubles and even the present.
Instead, rescue the past to bring out
a tale I always wanted to get rid of
.
The involuntary reason for this exorcism is in the talks with Isabel and Romina, in their memories of David Gistau. (...) The first time he died was in November 2001. And that he had got up at around one in the morning for a miraculous glass of milk, the kind he calls
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