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My son the Rastafarian

Imagine a week in Berlin entangled in your son's dreadlocks and trying to satisfy Liv Ullmann. An autobiographical story by Nobel Laureate, Mario Vargas Llosa, translated by John King

Until I was invited to take part in that jury at the Berlin festival, I was convinced that the best thing that could happen to anyone in life was to be a member of a film jury. I had been one in Cannes, in San Sebastián and in Barcelona, and on all these occasions I knew for certain that happiness was not just a dream. I love cinema and seeing four or five films a day, even if they are bad, is something that I can manage perfectly well. The best hotels, the best seats, invitations to all the press…

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