I was born in 1983 in Malaga, on the 21st of July. The temperature in Antarctica on that day was the lowest on register until then: -89.2ºC. Cinemas around the world were screening the Return of the Jedi. It would be another two years before the DMC DeLorean car would travel in time, and four years until the premier of The Princess Bride. Every Breath you Take, by The Police, was top of the pops. Stephen King, the amazing Stephen King, was selling Pet Cemetery like hot cakes. Isaac Asimov’s The Robots of Dawn was also a hit, and X-Men were celebrating their twenty-year anniversary. Not bad at all.
“As far back as I can remember,
I always wanted to be a writer.”
My first memories are of me writing. When I was in pre-school, I wrote the entire alphabet on our living room wall. Later I moved on to vindicating graffiti, “school sucks, it belongs in the trash”, or similar such things on the walls of every room.
During my first year in primary, I wrote my first love letter. I still remember the lucky girl. I waited for everyone to leave the classroom and then slipped my letter in the metallic tray of her desk where she kept her books. I don’t know if she ever read it. Then, when I was 11, I wrote my first short story on a Brother typewriter. I don’t know where that machine is, or the story. I do remember that it was about spies and assassins, there were even some sex.
Since then until now, life has thrown at me reason after reason not to write, but I tried to resist. In my aimless journey through university, I had a blog. It was called La Bella Aurora (Germans wore grey and you wore blue); a crazy attempt at giving free rein to my obsession with finding anti-Semitism even in the chewing gum stuck to the soles of people’s shoes. The blog can still be visited; why do as everyone else and delete the nonsense I wrote? I don’t get that. History doesn’t become any sweeter, nor does it become any bitterer: you just accept it.
I also wrote some short stories then. I even submitted some to writing competitions. Once I was short-listed, but none of them ever won.
Then I grew up, well, not entirely, and
started writing for more serious media.
My articles and analysis can be found on Libertad Digital, El Confidencial, Esglobal and El Medio. I have also published opinion pieces for El Mundo, Expansión and La Razón. My diatribes on pop culture can be read in Medium. In 2011, I started a blog called Carretera Birmania, which I have somewhat ignored lately. In 2013, I participated in a book called “Europa: tradición o proyecto” (Abada). I have also ghost written, but that is a whole other story.
Meanwhile, this thing about being Jewish has brought with it a series of tribulations. None of them too serious, for now.
I have been present in Jewish activism in Spain since I was a teenager. I was President of the Jewish Community of Malaga and currently hold the post of General Secretary of the Federation of Jewish Communities of Spain. This has taken, and continues to take, serious time away from writing.
After watching the Twin Towers implode, Israel and Zionism became the centre of my life. I lived in Jerusalem for a year where I worked for the Israeli Ministry of Foreign Affairs and dedicated my professional life to improving the image of Israel in the world. Yes, I ended up disillusioned and now neither Israel nor Zionism are the centre of my life. Even so, I learnt a lot. And yes, it also took a lot of time away from my writing.
Now Israel has become the central theme
in my first novel: Dreams of a Nation,
it really could not have been any other way.
Apart from writing, my professional career has been focused on Law and political communication. I am indebted to Law and respect it: it was always there to feed me. Now I also teach at the Francisco de Vitoria University, which makes me very, very happy.
Since I am a modern man and do not deny postmodern liquidity, I am on social media: on Twitter, Instagram and LinkedIn. You can also follow my publications and me on Facebook and my YouTube channel.