Bunuel_Luis_My_Last_Breath

Paris (1925 -1929)IN 1925, I learned that an organization called the InternationalSociety of Intellectual Cooperation was being formedin Paris under the aegis of the League of Nations. When Eugeniod'Ors was appointed to represent Spain, I told the director ofthe Residencia that I wanted to go with Eugenio as a sort ofsecretary. I got the job, but since the organization hadn't reallycome into being yet, I was told to go to Pans, read Le Tempsand The Times every day to perfect my French and learn someEnglish, and just wait. My mother paid for my ticket and promisedto send me a monthly check.When I arrived in Paris, I had no idea where to stay, so I headedfor the Hotel Ronceray in the passage Jouffroy, where my parentshad spent their honeymoon in 1899 and where, incidentally, I'dbeen conceived. Three days later, I found out that Unamuno was inParis; it seemed that some French intellectuals had outfitted a boatand gone to rescue him from his exile in the Canary Islands. Heparticipated in a daily peiia at La Rotonde in Montparnasse, whereI met my first me'tt?ques, those "half-breed foreigners" the French rightwing was always vilifying for cluttering up the sidewalks of Paris