Francisco lives alone in a small derelict farm house called 'Cortijo La Gorda', among the few trees that remain after a motorway was build just metres away. The farm house used to be a tavern in years gone by, run by Francisco's grandparents. Once Francisco's grandfather died his parents moved in providing Francisco and his sister with a new home. Over the years his parents passed away, and his sister left home. Today Francisco is alone. He now lives in the company of a bunch of small dogs. His home, in danger of collapsing on him, is all he's got. He spends his days relaxing among the mountains of junk which he collects from the surrounding area.
Francisco loves music. He usually carries a transistor radio in his pocket from where he listens to flamenco as he walks. But as he puts it "only the type that makes you cry"... Francisco reminisces about a past love when he listens to this style of flamenco. A type of Dulcinea whom he met when he was just 25 years old, and who did not share his sentiment. Without her knowing, Francisco one day approached Maria's father and asked for her hand in marriage. The cause of his sorrows, Maria De Los Dolores, regarded his proposal with great disfavour. This affected Francisco profoundly, culminating in him being sectioned in a mental institution. Francisco has been sectioned four times over the years, and although he holds Maria as responsible for his mental illness, his love for her has not withered.
Francisco considers himself an inventor. He is especially proud of his collection of hats. They are works in process, and he keeps adding bits and pieces to them which he finds along the way on his daily walks to the city. Old pieces of tyre, plastic bottles, cutlery, nothing is too extravagant. Recently however, he has settled for a much more practical design which can double up as a carrier bag should the need arise.
