My Childhood in Spain. Good evening, My name is Carles and I am from Valencia, a beautiful town next to the Mediterranean Sea. When I was a boy Spain had a dictator known Francisco Franco. He had been killing people around forty years without any problem. Of course I was a boy and I didn’t know anything about him and my childhood looks like a perfect life. My brothers went to the university and played music at home of Victor Jara and Lluis Llach. My neighbourhood was full of children playing football between cars. It was the baby boom in Spain and I had many friends to playing, talking, and fitting. My mother used to down a basket with my snack every evening because any of us wanted to stop playing. My school was terrible with two pictures of fascist men on the wall and a crucifix between them. Our books were garbage and it was really difficult to learn something there. My teacher loved pain me in my head and I was so scared when he walked around me. I still remember someone who would beat up with a ruler everybody who opens his month. Sometimes a man coming to the street and brought roots of liquorice which we love biting for hours without any problem. I can remember like a dream people walking on the street who carry food to the bakery or someone with an ice bar on his shoulder because they didn’t have a fridge at home. At night, if someone didn’t have their home keys, used to shout “sereno!!” and a man with a uniform arrived whit the all the keys. It was awful because nobody could sleep waiting for the professional of the doors. Of course he not only brought keys, he was a spy who tried to know everything about the neighbourhood. On Sunday evening, we loved go to the cinema. It was a religious school which showed us a movie ones a week. But before the movie, we had to see many ads about the prosperity of Spain and his dictator. Everybody loved him and was like the North Korea government currently. Its name was NODO and nobody can forget the melody.