Víctor Manuel shed. It is the heart of Persian Biobío, axis of the neighborhood in which my novel takes place Franklin slaughterhouseand where I have gone since I have reason. There I learned to love ancient objects and where I also became a compulsive accumulator. My grandfather, like my dad, were very cachureros [personas que guardan muchas cosas]. They took me, so I know that place since childhood. Hence, I have thousands of infernal cachurero issues: bottles, old watches, toys, canes and everything unimaginable. But I love that dimension of the city. I am very nostalgic. I have always tried to heal nostalgia, but it is a disease that I suffer a long time ago. (Víctor Manuel 2230).
Central Bandex of Matta Avenue. There, in front of Madrid Street, there is the neighborhood where I live for four years. He is an old Santiago who struggles to persist, between huge concrete towers. It has been a kind of rediscovery for me, because as a boy I visited him. I was with my dad, who was automotive mechanic, to buy spare parts. Today is a place that has its pro and cons, but I enjoy because it is cute, preserved, even in the more corners Carreteados [desgastados]. You can walk, something that is key in my work to mature ideas. (Avenida Matta, Madrid intersection).
Final of the Forest Park. It was where I lived for 10 years, around the Plaza del Corregidor, and a little further was La Vega, the Central Market, and south, the classic center with its shops. It is a nerve point of the city, where very important neighborhoods are divided. But it also has a lot of emotional meaning to me. I lived in an old department, in Ismael Valdés Vergara 746, from where I could see the transit of the people or human fauna that passed by. As I was on the first floor, I had a patio where I went roasts, something that I love. In that building I met my current lady, María Paz, and our two children were born. Also on that site I wrote my first books. And when the International Book Fair of Santiago was done, I was next, a luxury, because I came to see writers like Juan Villoro.
Army with Gorbea. It is the heart of the university neighborhood and the Diego Portales University (UDP), where I dictate classes: a very important work for me, challenging. I feel full when walking there, towards the university and to meet students. The UDP has done a very nice work of conservation and reuse of so many beautiful buildings. It is a space that I relate to my adulthood, where I teach creative literature, and I have that link with young generations.
Drugstore gallery. It is the classical providence: bookstores, stationery and the Tavelli restaurant to stop to write and eat a piece of cake. The first bookstore I visited was in Drugstore: Chimera, it no longer exists. But I keep visiting it to buy vinyl discs, some CD of Michel Petrucciani or The Beatles, and Blu-ray movies in the film store. I know that these formats are no longer used, but they have a unique reproduction quality and also respect the artists who produce that. I like the physical act, have them in my hands. (Avenida Providencia 2124).
United States with Villavicencio. It is the street where the house is located in which he lived, along with his family, the architect Luciano Kulczewski. It is a space of calm by steps of the agitated city, axis that joins the forest with Lastarria, also a privileged place to walk and delight.
Central Alameda Bandery. It is a wide space, with ancient trees, statues and busts, seats to sit to correct jobs and read. The urban, social and republican vocation of the capital is magnificent. I usually sit around, under a giant tree, to work. (Located between Vergara and the heroes).
Camilo Mori square. It is the best and most beautiful urbanity that can be found in the capital. Near the entrance Pío Nono del Cerro San Cristóbal, of the Chucre Manzur and of the Galindo Restorán, where I was going to have lunch when he worked on Channel 13. Ida and around Antonia López de Bello, a quiet street and invites you to travel on foot tirelessly. That catches me, because I have a passion to learn to discover the city alone, let go and surprise by the Santiago spaces. With Santiago, where I have always lived, I have a relationship as if I were a relative, who is always linked to one, with his good and bad things. (Constitution and Antonia López de Bello, Providencia).
The Queen, Simón Bolívar sector with Palmas de Mallorca. It is where I was born and grew up, a neighborhood with a lot of green and quiet streets. A journey that I enjoyed a lot in my early youth: walking through Echeñique, to Cinépolis (former cinema Hoyts), watch some movie and then climb walking through Simón Bolívar, abstracted with the beauty and immensity of Eastern bananas.
Irarrázaval with Macul. There was once the Santiago Jazz club, which visited every weekend in my adolescence. Today that house is no longer, nor the barbecue Where the Tommy nor the classic ice cream snow, fundamental spaces of my youth and childhood, respectively. However, a little higher, the Swiss fountain persists, the best sanguches in Santiago, a place to go to lunch with friends or also take advantage of feeding empanadas (one of pine and one of cheese), while enjoying a book.
