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A grandmother, a prostitute and a corrala. JOSÉ OVEJERO threads together childhood memories of the district of Madrid where he grew up.   José Ovejero My grandmother worked as a maid for a prostitute from Asturias who I hardly ever … Continue reading →

INVENTING LOVE José Ovejero   As I climb up the stairs and go out on to the terrace I feel the dry early-morning air clear away the drowsiness brought on by alcohol and the time of night. A bat zigzags … Continue reading →