A passion which my parents had the intelligence and sensitivity to let me live: perhaps they thought that I was rebelling against what they were? Perhaps they thought that it would go away? I don’t know. What I know is that not only did they not stop me in any way but on the contrary always encouraged me to live my dreams. I want to honour them for this here.
At that time -the late 70’s- only one woman had practised bullfight on horseback so far. And what a woman! Conchita Cintron – for it is her of whom I speak – was a legend, a legend in the 50’s. They called her “The Blond Goddess”. She became an example for me.
As we went back to Paris, I read, saw, heard everything. Yes, I devoured everything related to this subject.
Then one day, my parents took me to the big Feria of Seville, one of the most prestigious arenas of the world. With us, a family friend, the well-known writer Jean Lacouture, aficionado (bullfight lover) himself and author of famous texts in Le Monde.
Jean Lacouture would take me under his wing and help me to meet the right people, the ones who would help me to enter this closed masculine world .
Thanks to him, I would, in particular, meet Simon Casas. I am 15 years old, he is twice as old. He is a French bullfighter, he knows many people in the profession. I tell him “I want to become a torero”. Simon and me will love each other and spend many years together. Thanks to him I will continue learning my profession.
At the age of 16 I decide to stop my studies and to leave Paris. As I said before, my parents support me, they don’t impede me to go and even encourage me to live my passion.
I go and live in the South with Simon. We live poorly, it is not always easy, but I am happy with the man I love and in a daily life which makes me flourish infinitely more than the Parisian school….
His address book becomes bigger and bigger with time passing by, a book which he will open to help me. This is how I went to Andalucia to a very big Bull breeder, the “main man ” at this time: Alvaro Domecq….