One review of this
charming film was titled “When Paradise was Called Switzerland” because a lot
Spaniards went there to find work back in the Franco era (although the title
refers to the Swiss currency). I almost missed last night’s football match
between league leaders Barça and Atlético de Madrid because I was in the middle
of this movie. I dragged myself away but hurried back. A lot of the film
parallels my own experiences as a sort of tourist-immigrant and the
bitter-sweet pull between home and adopted country. I suppose that one day I,
too, will be longing for Spain and saying, “Daría lo que fuera por estar en la
Gran Vía tomándome una caña y viendo pasar gente.”
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