
Going to London is going home. So much do we love this city, which represents freedom. The first time I visited it, it was under Franco’s regime, so London opened many windows to my generation. We fell in love with the language, with the city, with the people. We read Virginia Woolf, whose novels so well describe the streets of London and its people. We discovered Shakespeare, whose plays were inspired by this extraordinary city. We listened to The Beatles and The Rolling Stones. We went to concerts given by Bob Dylan and became hippies at least for a few weeks. Life was full of promises. Everything was possible.