The exact median middle-aged black woman in the US. If hard work guaranteed success, she’d be the most successful person on the planet. But she isn’t, yet she keeps on going.

My partner, who’s helping me with this Proust Questionnaire.

Anyone who can pick up a house spider with their bare hands.

My nan. She lost her husband at the end of 2019 and over the past year she’s been in isolation, but every single week when we speak, she’s full of hope.

My son Ramón was the victim of my wrath at a particular time that still withers me with disgrace.

That would have to be a film called Pickup On 101. It was a very interesting story, about a wandering musician and an old guy on his way back to his home town to spend his last days, but they made it into a pile of dishonest trash.

Making Apocalypse Now. I had a close call with a heart ailment due to anxiety, fear and physical abuse: I was not taking care of myself.

1 May 1981 in Paris, because that’s the day I was reconverted to Catholicism.

After the initial travel ban debacle, I wept with joy at all the good people who came out against this fascistic edict.

Shares in The Way, which turned out to be the best movie I have done. Written and directed by my son Emilio, it’s a father-son story about the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage.