I was obsessed for twenty-three years Gregorio Moran.
It was my master’s business Antonio Rubiowhich was driven by the master El Mundo that mattered to me and that we sent out a very eloquent army: to get a profile of an investigative journalist, one of the men.
We later realized that this was a way of demonstrating to us the extraordinary difficulty of withdrawing them, because they are inaccessible, strange, phantasmagoric… apart from the guardian aguafiestas, excellent snipers and irritating chameleons, there are no nice people who are prostituted in the lake with other companions for them redes (hoping for the favor of the tour), no integral parts of cultural cooperation lookout towers TikTok made easy.
No TV terms.
No holiday warning from any jefe.
Antonio gave us a list of names to inspire us. I chose Gregorio.
The best, the best of all. The best, always, in my eyes.
Hello, Morán knows them because he thinks of them in their presence or absence. He hit me with the second one.
I will go happily.
Ignoreba los emails who sent them in his direction Intempestivas Sabatinas (on entences columna semanal en Vanguard), he told me that he soon recognized the story of his friends, that he had no movement, that he was an analog person in a digital world, and that he lived in Barcelona and nowhere else, because it was during my frantic search for students that I had time in China.
If I took the time to get the profile and I wouldn’t get it alive.
No parables about reading his books and reading about them, I beg you out loud. When I pick up the phone, Gregorio Morán’s investigators are tormenting me. Once upon a time, I dreamed that I met him in a bus parade, and the diary found him in the cars of old gentlemen with hats and hats.
Another time, when I was dying in a restaurant, a friend, playing with my budding obsession, exclaimed, “What the hell!, isn’t that Morán?”, and just in case I asked him for a hot dog before I picked up his dinner.
I hope you’re as bad-humoured as he is. That would be a lot of list and farm. I would have to fight to get rid of my rotten cuteness, I would want to be loved, I would warm up at parties…
He studied me Adolfo Suarez. A story of ambition (Planet) as gospel.
Admired by the psychological eye, esoteric cases, understand the characters being talked about.
I thought their Dramatic Arts studies gave her that unique grace as a theater director, that talent for dissecting the political scene of the Transition, which in the end was not so different from the theater (you just have to see the third how it is manipulated King Juan Carlos y Torcuato Fernandez Miranda elect a new president: this Council meeting must take place).
Rodé in Morán. Hablé with his friends and his enemies. The last one was very easy: there were legions of them.
Here is quite a nice cafe with your lovely wife, Montserrat GalceranCathedral of the Philosophy of History at Complutense and mother of his two children, Guillermo y David. A bright, sharp, very bright and airy woman. I’ll cut you a short piece and ask you a little question. It ended up being a romantic rescue.
During the years of secrecy in the PCE, the boycott of Francoism, she was a revolution within a revolution. More later we will read the cases once more to all desencantos. The Moráns left the silla in the party (to whitewash it from the lovely to its legalization) and with Montserrat it came as a rosary of Aurora.
I think he was a bit French. He warned him: there are men who are ghosts.
She agreed to ask me, not knowing that I wanted to ask her about the very troubled and wonderful person she had started a family with. If it goes up or down. He opened his hearty mouth. But it was an unrepentant feminist who embraced the type and gracefully absorbed it into her own historical memory. He told me about my sentimentality and my heartfelt feelings like a fair biography.
For her and other higher-authorized voices, he walked in Bermuda shorts in Oviedo at the end of the year, acting subtly as an icon of Spanish heterodoxy.
He was a journalist who existed as a childhood terror: in the form of constant entertainment. There is some basic folklore. Just one that Morán is cominghow wine lobe, for that establishmentIf you know what I’m looking for, I recommend a light rod tembler.
Except he was the little boy of three soldiers and the civil war never started in his house. His father, a lieutenant in the Regulars, volunteered to fight, while his mother, here a socialist, lost the game to two soldiers.
In addition, Morán’s maternal son was an Asturian union leader and his next two years, also in the UGT, they were expelled from Asturias in A Coruña during the war.
More than the story of Gregorio Morán is the story of censorship in Spain.
In 1978, when I started writing Adolfo Suárez, a story of ambitionI had three years and a year, two children and no contract.
Habia salido de Diary 16 taciturn, outgoing, swearing low coming: they censored the file on Spanish TV (TVE: Shadow Men), because Juan Tomas de Salasthe editor of the periodical, is the name of the adviser of cad.
This is my work that would be partially published in the Dominican Republic El Paíssalpicaba yes and Adolfo Suarez (appointed Director General for the Middle Ages in 1969) and these people received the same praise.
In 2014, Spain followed their censorship process for official stories. The planet boycotted publication a monumental idea in what destroyed the mandarins of culture, Francoism, democracy, of Cell to the RAE to prevent the author from writing any inconvenient pages for the fountains of national power. Finally, Akal published it.
Gregorio was a man like a snake, always on the verge of losing his chavos.
Mother’s colleague Morán had never accepted the sobriety of rulers or felt comfortable in any dusty hall. Ni en el de El Paíswho loved them as a signature but always tried to kill them. I’m rolling badly. “In my mistakes, I have not fit in again,” he said with his biting irony.
Gregorio desquitó documenting the French origins of the Middle Ages progress and his loud chaqueta changes.
También acabó a palos with Vanguard Because after three decades of collaboration, I looked at an article about him that criticized independence and its help in the press. Yay.
I imagined this Moran of his youth, with his disheveled face and clumsy gesture, clenching his shirt fists and turning to the typewriter to write his little piece of Tetouan. To war, to war… to the war of ethics.
According to verlo. Morán smokes clean, reads to Herbert Marcuseand Anaïs Ninand Jean-Paul Sartreand Trotsky Yes Guevara. Morán escuchando a Pete Seegergo to the cinema for movies Berlanga.
You put the buttons in the casquería restaurant, while on the one hand, Suárez, cold, will always eat it: tortilla and salad.
It was so subtle in the recovery of the dialogues… it contained a twisted irony and a certain cruel narrative. It is clear that the rebellious child understood that journalism is not the priesthood and what intellectual independence gives one hasta amiability.
“This office, if done well, is like a muela: you can do it all, but the only one who destroys the muela is blue,” I said to myself as a journalist. Guillem Martinezwho felt right at his desk. “Morán is a complete type of mania and partialism”, he added, but nevertheless “converses with his subjectivities, documents, accredits and then creates an intelligent product with which the reader can debate”.
Yes.
This condemned them to a certain economic and sometimes sentimental solidarity. Or on the reverse?
It is possible that Gregorio will never give up such a value of money. You just want to change what you don’t like. I remember this Fran Lebowitz: they were commissioned because they had no power, but there were many opinions. It was so brilliant. He was such a retard. It was so necessary and terrifying.
Life is so curious.
He discussed Suárez’s pseudo-millennial political rise, characterized by his limited education, lack of interest in culture, and even his inability to stand up to an opposition (one that is for him). Everything cheated of the qualities of seduction, will, servility and sensitive smell gives power.
And, with this and with all, more recently, a certain Suárez ya apaleado met Morán at a party and I thank her for her “most objective” biography. Yay!
Enter the work. Antonio Rubio prefers me. I am always a very young girl. Y ojala, ojala is not so pretty…
A year later, at the presentation of the book, I finished bruces with Gregorio Morán.
We looked at it for a second and noted that I was missing nothing. I learned a lot by watching them and now…
Change the weights so I don’t want to see it anymore. This is what I heard. Let the ghosts dejarlos ir.
He died today and everything is final.
Thanks Gregorio for teaching me that writing is like the devil. Sometimes we still miss each other.
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