FFF was created to work and spread cooperation as a philosophy for life and a way of defending justice, promoting human rights, especially those related to health, education and development, the backbone of peaceful coexistence.

I learned to tell stories by watching great directors and actors in action, understanding the beautiful craft of a filmmaker that taught me to enjoy, share, understand and capture the beauty of diversity.

Crossing seas and continents first controlling the continuity of the scripts to later venture into something more complicated for a woman, directing and organizing teams of technicians and actors taking the role of first assistant director in big movies and advertising coordinating and directing movements and actions of cars, horses, armies and large masses of extras. It wasn’t easy being a woman, putting up with so much responsibility and pressure. Stress took me one day to the emergency room of a hospital, an important moment to decide to take a vacation from so much organization in fiction and buy a small video camera to accompany a TVE journalist friend looking for reports around the world. So I began to take my new steps capturing pieces of “reality” in a totally freelance way.

My thirst, eagerness and need to explore something deeper in a personal and free way made me venture alone some time later to unknown territories starting with Africa to capture reality with firm steps towards a single clear objective; capture with the camera stories that made the soul vibrate.

The black Sufi world of Senegal opened a door for me to something much deeper that I did not know; a love that was not sensual, it was not sexual, but flowed like an elixir between them that united them accompanied by a rhapsody of colors, smells and music that pierced my soul. Without knowing anything, I was captivated by this discovery that inspired me to go a little further and capture the invisible, what the eye cannot see.

This experience ended tragically when my passport was stolen in Dakar, leaving me alone, without papers and without money in the midst of the chaos of this African city and where I learned to deal with fear. Welcomed and protected in the poorest neighborhood of fishermen, I knew survival and extreme poverty for the first time and it is from this moment that I opened my heart to cooperation for the first time.

Some old sewing machines for them were to blame for contacting Fernando when he arrived in Barcelona. I needed a spot in his truck loaded with medical equipment on a surgical expedition headed to the poorest part of Senegal, an old hospital in Velingara. Upon his return, he suggested that I accompany him to do an audiovisual work on his next humanitarian trip as president of Doctors of the World to the area most devastated by the tsunami in Sri Lanka. With this experience our souls recognized each other and our lives came together as partners in life and cooperation.

This experience ended tragically when my passport was stolen in Dakar, leaving me alone, without papers and without money in the midst of the chaos of this African city and where I learned to deal with fear. Welcomed and protected in the poorest neighborhood of fishermen, I knew survival and extreme poverty for the first time and it is from this moment that I opened my heart to cooperation for the first time.

With the camera by his side I confirmed and reinforced my sense of expression as a filmmaker by observing and capturing this poor man’s surgery worker who, as a silent driver, carried out his surgical expeditions with conviction and commitment in the quest to help humanity. offering basic health rights for children in forgotten areas of extreme poverty, leaving sacred tattoos on their little bodies battered by extreme poverty.

He helped me find a concrete purpose in my life as a filmmaker and together we created a production company to make awareness documentaries, becoming two hungry souls united by the love of cooperation and humanitarian aid, creating a point of union of hands that heal and eyes that look A dance between the scalpel and the camera following “Alís” around the world. Combining the reality of illness in poverty captured with beauty and dignity, he took some of our audiovisual works to festivals, combining it with his other passion, training. For ten years, our apartment in Barcelona is just the place to rest between trips. Base camp to organize expeditions, fill suitcases with medicines and surgical instruments, coordinate expeditions, edit and publish documentaries.

Framing his work as an orthopedic surgeon, hand specialist and microsurgery with war-wounded children, disabled children and extreme poverty, I learned to be more “human”.

As a filmmaker, I think I had the privilege of capturing at some point the wink of this good man’s soul, faithful to his childhood promise in search of justice.

Sharing emotions, opinions and profession at all times we formed a rare combination that formed a marriage of free and creative minds that grew with sharing and understanding.

But in 2010, lightning struck from the sky and Fernando was diagnosed with a brain tumor and everything changed. For me, this was the turning point of him making the most important decision of my life, feeling a commitment to someone who had dedicated a lifetime to healing others. Becoming his caregiver.

And our base camp, our apartment, with the illness became a home, where the kitchen began to work, washing machines, hanging clothes, moments of calm, fatigue, pain and light locked up at home 24 hours a day. journey of my life, an inner journey that helped me calmly and serenely understand the process with which Fernando assumed the physical degradation that his illness gradually generated.

So much dignity towards his illness moved me to the point that he dared to ask him to record those moments of beauty, light, peace and love that he gave me until his last days of life.

Life changed for me after Fernando traveled to his star, adding that three months later my mother passed away.

A deep emptiness, the emptiness led me to an introspection and a time of remembrance at home when I gradually began to discover letters, poems and video sequences from Fernando. The memories, images and fantasies of my own perceptions began to fill the gaps between the lights and shadows that sought to unite the visible and invisible while my life continued without Fernando. And I tried with my tears to water the beautiful seed that he had left me as an inheritance, his “legacy” of humanism as a flag and cooperation as a profession where concentrated inside were the words coherence, gratitude and compassion that by his side I understood so well.

After five years of mourning I recovered that wild girl who invited me to take a new risk and face the great challenge; the need to tell a story, the story of Fernando through his childhood and the one who marked his life path, Ali.

Although he had told me a lot about his childhood in the north of Morocco, I had many gaps in his happy but troubled and tormented childhood until, putting his things in order, I found a personal diary of his experiences and personal reflections with his father and his Ali friend in this important stage of his life and it is at this moment when I understood that it was my commitment to talk about life and death through his childhood.

But before facing his childhood I understood that I had to do the greatest and most important thing, take care of, fertilize and water the seed well to see it germinate and thus be able to have the gift of observing, smelling and touching one day.

And as always it was not easy , it occurred to me to present the Foundation project on February 27, 2020; MEDICINE AND CINEMA, without knowing that two weeks later I would enter a stage of confinement alone at home and a new way of living and connecting with people through a single window, which I hated so much before, my computer screen.

And it was then that I understood one of the phrases that Fernando repeated “in adversity is true creativity to transform sadness, impotence, anger, and pain into art.” a beautiful flower.

And I turned the entire year 2020 of restrictions and loss of freedom into giving shape and content to the five petals of this flower of the Foundation. And the most important; find the right people to join me in filling these petals with science and art; surgery, dance, poetry, medicine, cinema, love.

Finally, on April 23, 2021, Saint Jordi’s day, accompanied by all my fellow travelers , I had the privilege of signing the Foundation’s statutes before a notary.

And my dream came true, to start smelling, touching and observing our rose.