Bunuel_Luis_My_Last_Breath

From Shin to MexicoIN 1960, after I'd been a Mexican citizen for ten years, Iapplied for a visa at the Spanish consulate in Paris and surprisingly,despite a twenty-four-year exile, had no trouble gettingit. My sister Conchita came to Port Bou to pick me up sothat someone would be there to raise the alarm in the event ofany last-minute catastrophes. Nothing happened, of course, andsuddenly there I was, back in Spain. A few months afterward,two plainclothes policemen showed up and asked very politelyabout my income; but nothing came of this, either. It's impossibleto describe my emotions as I traveled from Barcelona toSaragossa and then back to Madrid, revisiting all the scenes ofmy childhood; suffice it to say that I wept as I walked downcertain streets, just as I'd done ten years before when I returnedto Paris.This first return trip lasted only a few weeks, but during thattime Francisco Rabal (from Nazarzn) introduced me to an extraotdinaryMexican named Gustavo Alatriste, who was to become both