It was years ago, during a terribly stressing period of my life while working for a large fashion company in Madrid, that I retook a forgotten hobby of mine which in the past had given me so many satisfactions: puppet making .
Simple papier mache rod puppets that friends and family coveted as gifts and were the perfect excuse for creating charming plays in festive occasions, allowing me to disconnect from dayly work pressure, while I dreamt of having the courage of leaving everything behind, and return to Andalucía, where I had been so happy.
But one day I stopped dreaming about it and took a decision: I would definetely return to Andalucía, but not to that coast village where I had lived for so many years, before small villages stopped being that: small villages by the sea and were transformed into amorphous masses of cemented cells. No, it would have to be in the interior of that green and secret Andalucía so beautiful and yet so unknown, even to natives, where my teenage son and I would start a completely new life.
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