I have come to this place of almost total isolation as a result of not replying to others, of not having worked on genuine friendships or neglecting the ones I had. My solitude is the result of never having cared about anyone except myself. And little by little people disappear. On days like today, my loneliness is a terrible burden, it doesn’t matter that I’m accustomed to it, that I’m an expert loner. I don’t like it, and it often distresses me. That’s why I need to be constantly involved in working on a film, but although that’s fine right now, with three projects lined up, there are always holidays, there’s bloody Holy Week, when all activity grinds to a halt because people in my office are off, and my brother and the few friends I have leave Madrid.