In the early 70s a group of drawers, scriptwriters and editors who were transcendental as regards the story of comics for adults in Spain moved to Premià de Mar, a village near Barcelona.
I’m from Premià de Mar and in my building, two floors down, lived Joaquín and Conchita (his wife). Now, the widow has to move and to necessarily leave the flat that they had rented since 1971. While she is moving, she has found folders with drawings, super 8 films and personal writings, cutting from the newspaper, letters to Spielberg and a suitcase full of sketches that she hasn’t revised for two years. Now she still can’t do it and she has given me all the materials in order for me to study and keep them. It’s a privileged occasion in order to know an important period of the Spanish comic story and rescue the polemic fight of Joaquín against Steven Spielberg.
