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My great-grand-mother:

She was born in Andalousia, I don't know exactly where. She died at age 97 in 2001. She was a woman of character, and very manipulative and even mean. Divide to reign better was her stuff. 

I was in opposition to her very young. Because she treated my mother bad, and called her "putana". She had no problem to tell me or in front of me that I was a bastard. My grand-mother told her it wasn't my fault, and she said it was true. She used to tell me tales of her invention or play with me, but when I grew up, meaning by the age of 6, I understood there was something hidden behind. I refused to go to her place in holidays. It's indirectly because of her I learnt who was my father. My mother told me the truth because I wanted to know why she wasn't "invited" at my great-grand-mother's place. Maybe people can understand better why I can't stand hypocrite religious, saying to others how they should live. 

She lived some years with my grand-parents and me, 2 or 3 years, and she did all she could to be impossible. but it never worked with me. I wasn't afraid to tell her she was a manipulator and a liar. Strangely, I think she respected me more because of that, when she took my grand-mother for a dog. 

When she died, I went to her funerals, but I refused to kiss her forehead like the other girls did. I never wished her to die, but I didn't regret her death. She hurt lots of people during her lifetime, and I think I still don't know everything. I'm looking forward to it.