To start with, a soldier, a communist soldier knowing what's his duty, leaving tokens of his destiny as leader of a world's Revolution that will have its origin in Spain.

Several deeds I call episodes shapes the story in just one block of intrinsically a communist soldier narrating his way the deeds that may be shorten like this:

When 2 years old my father and I killed a man with two tiny pistols.

When 5 years old I killed a man my mother had told Alfonso and I had abused of her.

When 7 years old I obliged Franco and some 80 Army's officers to run away from Plaza de Cristo Rey, where they were celebrating a fussilade.

In 1968, when I was 10, Pablo and I killed some 10 or 12 fascists attendants to Franco's speech at Plaza de Oriente on a July 18th, anniversary of the fascist rising.

In 1979, during my staying at Manuel's house at 9 Jorge Juan Street I threw off of the highway in Marbella the complete retinue of cars of the Saudi Arabian royal members and their guests. King Faruk died miserably inside a Rolls Royce that went off violently.

As for princesses and jet girls I refused Margarita's hand to celebrate my possibility of marrying any of the two dummy king of Spain's daughters. Later I refused to be introduced in Mallorca to princesses of Monaco Caroline and Stéphanie. After 2 months in Mallorca they both came to Madrid. Carolina was filmed trying to get into touch with me and I forced Stéphanie to go away from Manuel's and she stumbled in the stairs and had to walk with crutches for some days after.