Although this would probably mean betraying the insult of the complicity with which years – if not the age – thought to invoke trust, I must confess that I met the professor and writer José Siles González in very strange circumstances. Booth neighbors on a busy summer afternoon at the Book Fair (that clumsy invention concocted to get a few crumbs off the printed page), I still remember how the rejection of a youthful and vigorous vanity makes us complicit in the face of something overwhelming. and the sweaty evening horizon. If first came the generous and courteous greeting (no one can deny that the jipijapa hat helps build confidence), we soon found common ground in our symmetrical admiration for the work of Enrique Cerdán Tato (in his own words). He had the opportunity to do business thanks to the award of the Ciudad de Villajoyosa Award for El hermeneuta insepulto (1993).
