29 July 2007, Cervera de los Montes
The thing that I most like to do, is reading the Sunday newspaper. And that's what I'm going to miss when I'm dead. Luis Buñuel said that he'd like to return from the grave every ten years, read the newspaper in a café, catch up with the events of the world and go back to the tomb. People bring flowers to the cemeteries and my wife loves flowers but I've asked her to buy the newspaper for my grave every Sunday.
While I was reading the news today, my daughter, who turns two next week, was bathing in the stone trough we have in the patio. When I wanted to comment her Alberto Contador's victory in the Tour de France or maybe the Bulgarian nurses' tortures in Libya, she had vanished. I couldn't find her anywhere in the house. Then I climbed to my upper floor studio and there she was painting red patterns in my just finished Cup Noodle Wars painting. Inevitably, she wants to be artist but I'm not going to encourage her in that - I want her to be something more serious.