"I didn't forgive my twin brother who deserted me for six minutes in my mother's womb, and left me there, alone, terrified in the dark, floating like an astronaut in my mother's womb, listening to kisses pour down on him from the other side... It was the longest six minutes of my life, which ultimately determined that my brother would be my mother's firstborn and favourite. Since then I have been ahead of my brother in all places: from the room, from the house, from school, from the cinema, although it cost me to watch the end of the film. One day I got distracted and my brother went out before me into the street, and while he was looking at me with his meek smile, a car ran over him, I remember that my mother, hearing the sound of the strike, ran from the house and passed in front of me, her arms were outstretched towards my brother’s body, but she was screaming my name, until this moment. I never corrected her mistake. "I died and my brother lived" A short story by Spanish writer: Rafael Nobu.