Manuela, who still washes clothes by hand in a small pile, either winter or summer, in a small yard, so the center of Madrid.
His hands insist on leaving the slightest trace of life in their clothes.
Usually makes it a nightly ritual, but sometimes decides to change the night for a day to perform that task.
Water, sewer, soap, washing lines, generate a dialogue between her and the fact itself.
singing the "Zarzuela de las espigadoras" (La rosa del azafrán) by Jacinto Guerrero.
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