This is my sign.
My name is José Antonio González.
And this is mine.
I am Núria Capilla.
I was born in Granada,
in the heart of Andalusia.
When I was six and a half years old,
I was brought to Barcelona.
At that time, there were no schools for the deaf in Andalusia,
they were created later on.
At the age of fifteen,
I completed my elementary education
and enrolled in the Massana School
to study "arts and crafts," specifically goldsmithing.
At the same time, I started as an apprentice
working full-time.
To balance work and education,
I switched to night classes.
When I graduated,
I made progress in my career
as a jeweler.
A job I have been doing for forty-six years.
In the mornings, I work for a company,
and in the afternoons, I work as an independent jeweler.
I was born in Barcelona,
the daughter of an Aragonese father
from Teruel
and a mother from Barcelona.
At four and a half years old,
I attended the Purísima School
until I was twelve.
Then I transferred to another school.
I went to the Fono School
until I was sixteen.
At seventeen, I started studying painting and drawing.
We have two daughters
and four grandchildren.
It moves me to see them all grown up!
When we were little, we both attended Purísima School.
For me, it was so ugly!
With those big glasses.
but in the courtyard and during Mass, we saw each other.
The boys on one side and the girls on the other.
Compared to the other girls, I felt so disadvantaged!
Later, she left the school.
And I never saw her again.
I didn't miss her either.
One day someone suggested
that we go see the girls from Fono.
and there she was.
She had grown up and was beautiful.
And we started talking,
so absorbed in each other that she didn't realize
the gym class was starting,
and they had to come looking for her.
She casually told them
that she had met an old classmate.
And I also left with a good impression.
Later on, we coincided again
at the Massana School.
She attended in the afternoons, and I went at night.
The next year, Núria switched to the night shift,
so we saw each other every day,
and I would walk her home.
She became a good friend,
and we had a lot of trust in each other.
We also coincided at the Catholic Center,
and that trust turned into support.
Even during excursions,
if we needed money, we would lend it to each other,
and on Mondays, we would pay each other back.
And that's how we fell in love.
Since we started dating,
I always invited her.
I felt immense love for her.
My father told me that
at nineteen, I was too young for something serious.
But I loved her so much!
Luckily, my mother intervened
to remind him that they
also met each other very young.
At home, they said the same thing.
And they had to respect it.
When I was twenty, I made her a gold ring
with a beautiful diamond,
and I went to her house
to ask her father for her hand in marriage.
She put it on, and her parents showed up,
and they advised us to wait and save up.
I continued studying and working,
until after four years, we were able to get married.
Between dating and marriage,
we've been together for fifty-two years.
We also coincided at the First Communion.
We didn't get along yet,
but from four and a half years old,
and him from six and a half years old.
We went to the same school
though I hadn't noticed him yet.
When he came to see me at the Fono, it was different.
We greeted each other,
then we coincided at the art school,
and there I knew I enjoyed talking to him.
He was such a handsome young man!
Blond, slender, with blue eyes...,
I liked him!
He seemed foreign.
So attractive!
And now, when I think about everything we've shared,
childhood, communion,
fifty-two years as a couple,
a whole lifetime!
Yes. If we add up the years of courtship,
marriage, childhood, and art school,
it makes seventy years together.
I worry, I take care of him when he's sick,
and he does the same for me.
We are meant for each other.
We take care of each other.
We love each other.
We may argue sometimes
or get upset with each other,
but we know how to apologize,
and we make up.
They've never been major arguments,
just minor differences.
And we don't hold grudges.
We might be a little cross with each other for a while,
but time fixes everything.
He's the person I've loved the most in my entire life.
I love him very much too.
A whole lifetime together.
And many more years to come!
Our first trip abroad
was to Perpignan,
France.
It was the first encounter of the Catholic center's soccer team
during the Franco regime.
To go to Perpignan, we needed a passport.
On the next trip, our daughter came with us
to Switzerland.
My uncle had invited us.
We stayed at his house.
He welcomed us very well.
And he showed us around.
We got the courage to explore
various places of interest in Switzerland
on our own.
Following his directions,
we gained confidence
and ended up visiting almost every town in Switzerland.
to the point that we became my uncle's guide
in his own country.
We realized that traveling was easy,
and we developed a passion for it.
We understood that English is crucial
for traveling the world.
And if you don't know the language of a country,
you can communicate with a visual guide in English.
It provides you with the essential vocabulary
to access all the services.
With images and text for teaching.
Today, there are apps
for translating languages.
Also in spoken form,
which helps with understanding.
N.E.W . Z.E.A.L.A.N.D.
The farthest place
we've visited.
It's about a twenty-four-hour flight.
But it's worth visiting,
with its incredible Maori culture.
their ceremonial dances,
with their synchronized movements...
Such a special place
that it's well worth the long journey.
I dressed like this
in accordance with the Buddhist ritual.
This holy water
helps with healing.
We are in Tana Toraja,
a cemetery
with various funerary elements,
such as those small wooden anthropomorphic sculptures
accompanying the tombs situated in front of the niches carved into the vertical rock,
dating back to the year 1545, it's very ancient."
This tree
over a hundred years old,
houses the newly born babies who died,
recognized as holy souls.
In niches carved into the trunk,
the bodies of four babies rest.
Another country I loved
was Argentina.
I was impressed by the waterfalls
of the Iguazu River
and the snow at "the end of the world."
What a waterfall! So much water!
In Brazil!
How it's snowing!
We are in Ushuaia,
at the southernmost tip of the continent.
In Hong Kong,
the largest cable car in Asia,
and the second-largest in the world,
after South America.
A total of 6 km of cable.
A country of friendly people
where you can stroll
at any time
with absolute tranquility.
Friendly and helpful to foreigners.
Let's go visit the Buddha.
Look!
We are at the highest point.
With this panoramic view,
the cable car allows us to be above the city,
even above the skyscrapers that used to tower over us, now I'm higher!
Thailand!
At the famous elephant festival
at the end of November.
One of these colossal animals
lifted its enormous trunk and placed it on me.
It didn't crush me because the ground was soft.
Thanksgiving ceremonies.
The giraffe women with twenty-centimeter extensions.
A mixture of exotic and overwhelming sensations.
This sculpture,
covered with gold paper,
visited by devotees from all over the world.
Cabins for families of four or six people
Grouped according to their attire:
neck rings, lobular ornaments...
or other clothing
applied to girls from the age of five,
adding a new ring each year.
I loved North Korea,
but it's difficult to enter the country.
It is the most censored country in the world.
I was impressed by the control at customs,
they took note of all our data,
and made a detailed inventory of everything we were carrying.
Even the magazine "Hola."
was confiscated from me.
But on the way back
after ten days of tourism,
just before boarding the plane, they returned it to me.
In North Korea, even reading "Hola" is censored.
And the population is unaware of what they are being denied.
They prevent them from knowing what they are missing out on.
But they have the best acrobatic and artistic circus in the world.
Of all the ones I've seen,
none compares to the one in North Korea.
They blend military discipline with acrobatics of a unique style.
Simply exquisite.
We are at a height of one hundred and seventy meters,
and from here, you can see both riverbanks,
on the right bank live the middle class
and on the left bank,
the wealthy reside.
We are at the history museum
of the 1950-53 war
when the Americans bombed the city.
On the wall, there are hanging
photographs with the names
of all the civilians who were killed.
Today the weather is bad
with drizzling rain.
We have been
at the Kumsusan Memorial Palace,
with its two hundred meters in length,
and its four hundred and fourteen meters in width...
to accommodate the illustrious deceased.
It is made in honor of the great leader of the Republic,
Kim Il-Sung
and the remains of his son and successor,
Kim Jong Il, also rest here.
Photography is prohibited within these grounds.
The entry protocol
requires dressing well
with a tie.
Women must be elegant
with half-sleeve clothing
and a dress below the knee,
They are not allowed to wear pants.
There is a protocol, you must enter
in a line and in silence.
In front of the mausoleum of Kim Il-Sung,
and his successors
who lie embalmed by his side,
visitors must show them respect
by bowing three times.
But I cannot show any images
of these impressive mausoleums.
How many countries have we traveled to?
Fifty-three.
And do you want to continue next year?
Yes! I would love to.