As a child my grandparents took me to spend a summer in La Manga. I have beautiful memories of me running along endless beaches collecting all kinds of shells and snails in the Mar Menor dunes, which are no longer there). There was a girl my age with an older brother who lived in the house next door. One night, we watched the movie "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" and I think that when I found my passion for science fiction. I spent the rest of the night looking at the sky in case aliens were coming. I returned to Madrid and years later, when I moved to Cartagena, I remembered those times. Perhaps it was because of the summer or because everything with my grandparents was special, but I always preferred La Manga to the Mediterranean with its overcrowded and urban nonsense.