Galdós’s identification with Saint Matthew is somewhat arbitrary. I just wanted a pretext to put wings on Don Benito. Flying a few inches high above the ground like those Wim Wenders angels from Wings Of Desire that invisibly protect us from our afflictions. A paradoxical image if we consider that what gave Galdós his angelic quality was a deep humanity. Or maybe humanity isn’t the correct word. I don’t know. It occurs to me that this could be the reason he rejected Valle Inclán’s text to be included in the Spanish Theatre adaptation that Benito directed in 1912. It’s hard to be directly sympathetic to Valle. Before setting foot in Madrid, El Garbancero, as the vengeful Valle called him, had already created my imagination. I populated it with my own characters and episodes and now I coincidentally live happily on the same street that Maxi and Fortunata got together.