Many of us suspected that not all those Mudejar soul mud and hands of dreams marched away. We suspected that so much red earth, that so many green shines, that so many well-placed bricks could not be orphans, protected by the sole protection that the Christian gives to his steeples. We knew that one of those Mudejars had lived up to his name and had stayed ...
Suddenly we came across the work of Torrent and we verified that we were right. Not everyone left.
