I never got to meet my grandfather José, but there’s an anecdote about him that perfectly defines who we Fuentes Fuertes are. He got his driver’s license at fifty, and his first car was a 600 that got stolen barely a week after he bought it. When he managed to save up for another one, he chose a cadmium yellow Seat 133 and decided to replace the bumpers with wooden ones. He was a carpenter. I sometimes picture him driving that new car, proud, crossing the city with the bumpers he made himself. That image always makes me laugh. Without knowing it, he’s the origin of many of the gestures we still repeat in our family: this way of believing…