two days ago, seeking an appointment that could be sounded in Plato's school, a beautiful little book by Fernando Savater, was back pages where the author recalls the time when, to his guns years, decided to order a room for himself in the family home in Madrid.
I also I have vivid memories of my own room, a space for shelter and insulation. It happened at fifteen. Take a few sleeping in that room, but only when, after much prodding, I got my parents to agree to put a table in it, the room became my in the place where, behind closed doors, I could read until late and listen to the radio without pause or early mono vinyl on a turntable, a top-speaker Cosmo.
Until that day had always studied the kitchen table or in the middle of the bustle family, or for the nights calm, while my parents and sister watched television in the living room (lounge would be an excessive word to describe this cabin). But the table actually a table on which had been six years the TV Lavis, with which it agreed to a single channel, the other, the UHF, could be a hundred and a wind-changed everything. Could study in my room, and could read and read everything that fell into my hands, it was horrible. And I is not never read in bed, and very little on couches. I've always preferred to support the book on a table, although much or little.
I have said that the table, freedom, the great loneliness, the door closed, the small small area, it also allowed me to listen to the radio. Armed with a small transistor, looking earnestly voices brutal calmed my craving for knowledge, learn, out of the almost total lack of cultural stimulation on living my happy family. There was much, of course. The terminal Franco imposed his iron rule and there were no stations in Navarre, I think, Popular Radio, the radio network Radio Movement and Requete, associated with Ser Everything was between talk radio (which they issued the news power, connection required for all strings), contests, inspirational programs, magazines and music of similar pointless hair-although it is true in the latter field is allowed modest modern islands.
However, I soon found in Radio Popular, and made in Pamplona, \u200b\u200ba weekly film program that led Manuel Hidalgo. I was a crazy movie buff, and Manuel Hidalgo (did not know who he was, of course, and that was just four years older than me, but at those ages four years are many) spoke of the films could be seen in Pamplona, \u200b\u200bin the rooms in commercial or film clubs. They were movies that I saw, because I spend my little money on movie tickets Carlos III, or Aitor Arrieta, and went to the movies for free-Lux club, and that delayed remarkably illuminating analysis of Hidalgo. He was already then a major film formation, or so I remember, and I stuck to the transistor to not disturb my family, enjoying and learning with your comments about Cabaret , Godfather or The Discreet Charm bourgeoisie, or Rhome film, Truffaut, Visconti or Saura.
His words, always quiet, and very well built and such, with that magnificent voice that has Hidalgo-do not know why he has not used more in an environment that so often are heard loud and vulgar tones, "allow open in the small town to another way of looking at a few ways to understand and study the films multiplied my rapture joyous and reflective in the rooms. In addition, its words, Manuel Hidalgo pricked a royal music: same as Mozart and Bach to American or Latin American folk and Catalan songs that were neither the shell in my home sound environment or friendships.
years ago I meet Manuel Hidalgo, and in recent months I've seen a lot of work issues. But the opportunity has never arisen to mention the experience of youth, that shines in my memory. In his modesty, one of those experiences that help form someone at a vital moment and snatched confusing, especially if it has the tremendous thirst for learning that burned me then, and the room itself (the adolescents need even more than Virginia Woolf) and sought solitude made it possible. I do not remember how long did that program Hidalgo, then a student, but I must blades, fine blades, to the best of my training when then .
"Like all truly sociable person, I love that social privilege par excellence space loneliness. Having a place to be alone with all that you love, knowing that others are close at hand and hear the sound or make friends with their souls. This is the most enriching sense can have a house, a family and community. I have been fortunate as luck (and that otherwise supreme luck, character) has allowed me to know and enjoy this joy ".
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