‘Fernando lives in Andaya, Valencia and was born in Linares, Chile in 1957. He has lived as a privileged witness of the most intense moments of our contemporary history in Chile and Spain’. He writes: ‘In Chile I was “el gringito” and here in Spain, I am for my friends “the Chilean”. I feel that both here and there they call me these names with all their affection, they know that I am the fruit of one of those thousands of Spaniards who suffered exile to escape the dictatorship of Franco and then of Pinochet. Those who made the world their homeland and that they went from here to there looking for a corner where to save their life, away from so much scoundrel with immense power. We are the children of the Winnipeg: The boat of hope, that took more than two thousand refugees to Chile … Never forget where your roots are. I was born in Linares and there lived seventeen years …. We travel to Spain with the consideration of repatriates. … It was a trip full of emotional contradictions. I left behind my best friends…They were moments of great anxiety. We ignored how destiny would treat us and we did not even have the security that we could leave the country (Chile). Finally at 11 o’clock in the morning of September the 3rd we left. I never imagined that I would experience in my own flesh a similar experience to the one that brought my father to Chile. In the same way as 35 years before, my father embarked in the port of Valparaíso to repeat the same journey, but in reverse. The coincidence could not be more macabre: the same repression, the same defeat, the same pier, the same month and the same day, September 4th. From the other side of the planet, from the other hemisphere of history. Life is like a mirror; it smiles at you if you look at her smiling’. Excerpt from the memories of Fernando Llagaria Vazquez, son of José Llagaria Jiménez, written in the magazine Copihue Rojo from the Chilean house in Valencia (Spain).