We, who have written nothing yet, who have not managed to finish anything, had already taken on the role of writers, and we couldn't have been anything else. Life was our route to writing, our daily activities the prelude to our future and definitive occupation: writing. The non-writers came out into the streets in search of the necessary lines, prepared to become real writers. In the same city, Sala was falling in love with the most beautiful woman in the world and a story of escapes and encounters was starting for him.

XV Premio Universidad de Sevilla