Writing XANA has been a magical experience like her own story. Everything you have read or are going to read on XANA has really happened, nothing has been invented. The places, names of people and dogs, etc... I have told it in the third person, although it is autobiography, to see myself from the outside and value the Asturian blood that I have, where I come from and always feel proud, with the scenery of Asturias in my soul .
I have managed to draw the attention of my ancestors who have been manifesting themselves more than ever in my day to day life, I have fulfilled my goal of publishing a chapter every Tuesday without a script, without knowing how long it would last or how many chapters it would have. I just had to remember the story I had grown up with and write it down.
 That way my mother was still present, I couldn't admit that she was gone and I needed to have her close to me. It was like feeling the umbilical cord being reconnected between us. That in life they cut it off and in death it rejoined. I knew that she was going to read it because she was the one who, as soon as she arrived in heaven, approximately forty-eight hours, she sent me the message through the lovebirds that slept in another room. Read whats happened)

A month later, I moved to Madrid for a year and started writing XANA…a True Story.
 It has lasted eight months, here we have the number eight again and everything that happens in XANA and in parallel in real life, has not been a coincidence. XANA, in this case my mother, the voice of Naranja and together with the main character of the story Doña Carmen, XANA, has manifested herself through electricity, light bulbs have burned out and the mobile has shown unusual lights. But the candles that I light for her every day for just a year now. Can it be turned off once by chance and turned on again? That's harder to believe but it could be. Now, turn off three times without drafts and turn on each time? Luckily I was fast the second time and although I understand that that moment was too intimate and mystical to frivolize with technology, I recorded it for the record so nobody call me crazy when I tell it.

At the beginning of December 2021, my mother appeared in my dreams showing me lottery tickets, in which she indicated the end of the number, One ended in zero, another in two and one of them caught my attention because it ended in a letter, the H. When I woke up I remembered perfectly and began to decipher what she wanted to tell me. I called my father, to whom I told everything so that he could be a witness . We came to the conclusion that it could be H20 (put it right) which is the symbol of water, symbol of the XANAS. But I wanted to buy a lottery ticket that ended with the winning number and I had to choose between two and zero, and that didn't work for me. 
Until the last day you could buy the Christmas lottery, I reacted and realized that what she wanted to tell me was to find a number that had the letter H , that the number two would be that something would be repeated twice and the zero could be the O. Indeed it was the number EIGHT. Again that number eight that was part of the story of my life as you can tell reading XANA. The next day on December 22, the number awarded with the Christmas was 86148. 

With the date of signing before a notary, unforeseen events happened and it was necessary to change up to three times a day. My father was the one who was in charge of giving me the date at the same time that he asked me: —Are you sitting?… January 25, Saint Elvira's day at eleven o'clock. Elvira also wanted to be with her husband and all her children that day.

On All Souls' Day, the daily candle that I place for my mother on the small altar that travels with me is supposed to last from four to six hours. It had only been on for an hour, when I went to bed with a sorrow that flooded the room, I looked at her photo and told her; - Mom, if I could feel a hug from you, make me a sign that I know you're with me and I can sleep peacefully. Good night mom… that moment the room that was lit only by the candle, went out and I felt her right there, it was a hug, the hug of a mother, the one that a child should never miss. The next day I enthusiastically told my family so they know that she is still with me, with us. And to my best friend from LA over a farewell wine, that she was reading XANA every Tuesday and she wasn't surprised at all.

Many chapters have always been published on a Tuesday, with a related news item that day on live TV. For example, I don't remember seeing a shipwreck news on TV for many years. Well, it was to publish the first chapter of XANA, whose main theme is an incredible shipwreck, and shortly after they broke the news on February 15, 2022, of one of the greatest tragedies of Spanish navigation. The shipwreck of the Galician fishing vessel Villas de Pitanxo, in the waters of Newfoundland in Canada. And D. Julio Prieto Nespereira, my godfather, also the protagonist of this story, was a distinguished Galician.
The exhibition that I am preparing from my personal collection of his work, where some of his sublime engravings have closed each one of the XANA chapters with a flourish.
The Gold Fish, Gold Medal for Fine Arts, had to decorate the last chapter. It makes me think of XANA's Golden Scissors...it was like having received one more class from heaven with the teacher and I have returned to title each engraving with the name of the pillars of my family, as inspired me. It seemed that they were made for XANA. Without thinking that one day in the future they would merge. 
It has been sad to remember the farewell scene, but at the same time happy to know that I am doing justice to his legacy, with the same passion with which he painted. I took him out of the Spanish TV drawer and I continue and will continue to give life to his work. It has the theme of the underwater world, I projected it just before the pandemic and it stopped... it was called "Estados de Alma" and now it's called XANA...

If that Tuesday the chapter talked about the Seville Fair, on TV they broadcast the Seville fair live and it has been like that for many weeks. Coincidence, universe, XANA or Lord . Everything has made this adventure unforgettable.
But without a doubt the most fascinating of all has been the ending, the last chapter that was delivered on Monday to Pablo, the computer engineer who runs the blog, to be published on Tuesday, June 21. When I receive news from him informing me that he has been infected with Covid and cannot even move from his discomfort. And I wondered why that had to happen in the last chapter. Would it be a sign? The result was that it was published on June 24, ¡San Juan! Exactly the day that the water unites us with all the XANAS and the day that the real story begins, XANA, in San Juan de la Arena.

And this REFLECTION that I write and is published today, is it also a coincidence that it is July 16? day of the Virgen del Carmen, the star of the Sea, the patron saint of the Sailors like my great-grandfather "el Leré". Doña Carmen Garcia Alonso's father… XANA.