MI QUERIDA ESPAÑA

First came epic poets with their songs, then History books, television, radio or newspapers: whoever speaks about who we are and what we are made of, is the one who defines us. The one that masters the story, masters the universe. This is the reason why 'word' is the protagonist in this film.
Jesús Quintero suspected this from the beginning of his extended career as a journalist coining an immense universe of characters, of all kinds, that also included the ones left out of the mainstream country's chronicle. He knew that silences stood for unspoken words, that body language speaks regardless of contradictory sounds; in this manner, his interviews are mirrors of a richer and more complex reality where we can contemplate ourselves as a country.  
Reality is porous, hard to grasp with words as it percolates; we will focus on the carnivals in Cádiz, that  – as in the part for the whole – occupies the role of the Greek choir. We look at the country from the South and recap to a few centuries back; where, in the settlement of Spain's villages, the partition of the land, at the origins of the discourse that defines identities that still live together today; we find part of the umbilical cord of who we feel we are. 
But words are full of traps, they confuse us and are not always enough; we build a narrative with images in a stage where Spain has been represented before, a hunting forest.
This week hosts Jesús Quintero and his interviews' archive; some of them broadcasted and some unreleased. This is the prime matter of the film that constitutes a narrative of Spain's democratic years.