Hombrecino (Little man)
Susana Cabañero
Autopublicado
España
Madrid
underbau
Susana Cabañero
Eduardo Nave
Palermo
Ramos
978-84-09-24040-1
136
Self-published
Red edges painted by hand
Softcover
English and Spanish
1st Prize Award Book Category at the 2021 Moscow International Foto Awards (mifa).
Self-published
Red edges painted by hand
Softcover
English and Spanish
1st Prize Award Book Category at the 2021 Moscow International Foto Awards (mifa).
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[English below]
Durante más de 35 años, mi abuelo llevó guardada en su cartera una lista de nombres. Eran vecinos y compañeros que habían sido fusilados al inicio de la Guerra Civil y abandonados en fosas comunes. Desde niña, a menudo me leía esos nombres, describiéndome con asombrosa claridad de detalles quiénes eran. Mi curiosidad y el deseo de comprender su anhelo me llevaron a lugares que guardaban la memoria del conflicto y de los desaparecidos. Lo que más me gustaba era mostrarle a mi regreso lo que había visto y, poco a poco, mi búsqueda se convirtió en un viaje compartido con él. Aunque estas personas llevaban desaparecidas más de sesenta años, habían permanecido vivas en su memoria. Desaparecieron realmente cuando la memoria de mi abuelo empezó a fallar, pero antes de que eso ocurriera, volvimos juntos a su pueblo para reencontrarnos con los nombres de la lista por última vez.
Una historia personal que se convierte en una historia colectiva, dedicado a todos los desaparecidos en las guerras que aún no han sido encontrados.
English version
For over 35 years, my grandfather carried with him a list of typed names in his wallet. They were neighbours and friends who had been executed at the beginning of the Spanish Civil War (1936-1939) and left abandoned in mass graves. Since I was a child, he would often read those names to me, emotionally, describing with amazing detail who they were, and gave me a glimpse into a life that I came to know through his memories. My desire to understand his longing led me to places that held the memory of the conflict and the missing people, places where he had fought during the war and exhumations of mass graves. What I liked the most was showing him on my return what I had seen and, little by little, my search became a shared journey with him. Although these people had been missing for more than sixty years, they had remained alive in his memory. They really disappeared when my grandfather's memory began to fail but before that happened, we could return to his village together to meet with the names of the list for the last time.
A personal story that becomes a collective story, dedicated to all those missing in wars who have not yet been found.
