My name is Francisco, as it was my father’s, my grandfather’s and my grandfather’s father and grandfather’s. I am the son of Spanish immigrants. I was born in 1953 on the “ship” as we were crossing the equator line. We settled down in the Valley of Rio Negro, and Neuquén provinces, maybe looking for “El Dorado”. I studied photography in Barcelona when, as I’ve always said, “I went behind a pair of Moorish eyes, but I came back because of a pair of green ones” (Norah’s!). For more than twenty years I have been settled down in Cipoletti, my place in the world.