Bunuel_Luis_My_Last_Breath

Conchita's MemoriesABOUT twenty years ago, my sisterarticle for a French magazine calledchildhood, as she described it.Conchita wrote anPosztif- Here is ourThere were seven children: Luis, the oldest, followed by threesisters, of whom I was the youngest and the silliest. The fact thatLuis was born in Calanda was purely accidental; he grew up inSaragossa. Since he's constantly accusing me of beginning my reminiscencesat some prenatal period, I'll just say that my earliest memoriesdate from the age of five, and consist of an orange in a hallway,and of a pretty young girl scratching her white thigh behind a door.At that time, Luis was already a student with the Jesuits. Earlyevery morning, he and my mother waged their daily battle over hisrefusal to wear his student cap. Although she was usually very lenientwith her eldest and favorite, she was inexplicably adamant on thispoint. (Even when Luis was well into his teens, she always sent amaid to follow him and make sure he didn't take it off and hide itunder his jacket-which he always did, of course.)High grades always seemed to come automatically to Luis; in