I Will Find You

  • Spain - Santa Susanna - Portrait of Clara Alfonsa Reinoso, 47. Clara Alfonsa Reinoso had just turned 15 when, on the 18th of June 1987, she gave birth to what she was told was a baby boy at the Institut Dexeus, a top-notch private clinic in Barcelona. The girl came from a troubled family - her mother was a prostitute, her father a heavy-drinker and violent man - and the local Juvenile Court had just taken legal custody of her and her 9 siblings. Reinoso had spent the previous weeks in a shelter for vulnerable pregnant women, where she had been brought to by a woman who had identified herself as a social worker. On the day of the delivery, the young mothers left the shelter and was put on a taxi a given two tranquilliser pills. She doesn’t remember entering the clinic and given birth. “I was probably sedated”, she explains. “When I woke up afterwards and asked for my baby, a female doctor told me the boy was too small and didn’t make it”. Reinoso never asked to see the corpse. “I believed what the doctor had just told me”, she continues. “She was holding my hand and wiping away my tears as I couldn’t stop crying”. On the 10th of May 2013, she received a phone call from a psychologist from the Government of Catalunya who asked her if, on June 1987, she had given birth to a baby. Reinoso confirmed and told him the boy had died. “It wasn’t a boy and he didn’t die. Your daughter is alive and she is looking for you”, he replied. Reinoso collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed and dizzy.

  • Spain - Leganés - Portrait of Maria Begoña García Bernal, 53. “I suspect the initial plan was to rob Julio, the one who weighed more”, explains Garcia Bernal. “Then came a sudden request for another baby, and they took the second one as well”. In 1981, the military administration went to her parents’ village to look for Juan Carlos. According to their registry he hadn’t shown up for his compulsory military service and was considered a fugitive. “When I held this document in my hands I couldn’t stop crying”, continues Garcia Bernal. “It was the first time I had something proving that one of my brothers had existed. It was an indescribable emotion”.

  • Spain - Castellón de la Plana - Portrait of Vanessa Muñoz Mallen, 45. Vanessa Muñoz Mallen was supposedly born on the 27th of July 1974 at the Clínica Virgen del Consuelo, in Valencia. The clinic doesn’t have any medical report of her birth, only a logbook where her unknown biological mother was registered as “patient of Doctor Carbonell”. The nuns at the clinic told Muñoz Mallen’s adoptive parents that the biological mother didn’t want to keep the baby.Muñoz Mallen was given to a young couple in their 20s who could not have kids and who desperately wanted a daughter. In the previous months, her future adoptive mother had staged a pregnancy, wearing large clothes in order to deceive the family’s acquaintances. For the first years of her Muñoz Mallen’s life, she lived in fear that the biological mother could come and claim her back.When Muñoz Mallen was a child, her schoolmates used to laugh at her and say her parents were not her real ones. Her father and mother eventually followed the advice of a psychologist and confessed she had been adopted. “Since then, my birthday has become the worst day of the year”, explains Muñoz Mallen, nowadays a 45-year-old woman. “When the date approaches I only wish that my mom remembered me as much as I remember her”. Muñoz Mallen never found her birth mother’s written consent to the adoption, only a few hospital receipts with the money her adoptive parents paid “as if I was a car”, she bitterly says. When she contacted a local association of stolen children in 2010, she was relieved to hear she might be one of them. “I would rather be stolen than abandoned”, she explains. “That’s how I felt for most of my life, even if my adoptive parents treated me well”. Last January, she was finally able to connect with a second cousin thanks to a US-based DNA testing company. She hopes he will be able to help her locate her mother.

  • Spain - Huelva - Portrait of Esperanza Ornedo Mulero, 48. Ornedo Mulero is looking for her sister, born on the 23rd of March 1968 at the local Manuel Lois Hospital. Her mother managed to get a glimpse of the baby before a midwife took him away. One hour later, a man in a white gown entered the room. Without identifying himself he curtly said the baby had died, and gave no further explanation. The father was later shown a bundle wrapped in gauze - the baby had already been prepared for the burial. Although her parents are still alive, Ornedo Mulero has decided to take the search upon herself. “My mother already told me several times to leave it all, because we will never achieve anything, but I don’t see it as a sacrifice”, she explains. “Nothing forces me to continue, and I know I will get to the end anyway. Finding my sister is a necessity to me as well”.

  • Spain - Collado Villalba - Portrait of Cristina Moracho Martin, 52. In the evening of the 14th of May 1984, Cristina Moracho Martin was alone at home in Collado Villalba, a small village on the outskirts of Madrid, together with her 15-month-daughter Jesica. Moracho was 17, and 7-month-pregnant of her second baby. The contractions started suddenly. “Moments later I broke water, and my son was born”, she recounts. Unable to notify her husband - the house didn’t have a telephone - Moracho cut the umbilical cordon herself and tied it with a sewing thread. After leaving her newborn in bed beside her daughter, she went out to seek help.When the medical first aid arrived the mother was in danger - she had bled profusely - but the baby looked fine. Both were put on an ambulance and brought to the Hospital Clínico San Carlos.“I heard him crying and moving all the way to Madrid. He was full of energy”, continues Moracho, who never saw her child again. He apparently died at the hospital, while his mother was having the placenta removed. Despite several requests, the family couldn’t see the corpse and was never told in which cemetery the body had been buried.

  • Spain - Barcelona - Portrait of Dolores Pimienta Cuecas, 94. The fragile silhouette of Dolores Pimienta Cuecas commands immediate respect. Despite her precarious state of health, this 94-year-old mother still attends all public rallies and gatherings organised by the niños robados association in Barcelona. Her wrinkled face, which betrays a pugnacious woman who hasn’t lost the hope to reunite with her son Félix after almost 60 years, is one of the most powerful examples of the victims’ relentless struggle for justice. Félix was born at 6.15pm, on the 29th of May 1960. Pimienta Cuecas held him briefly in her arms and noticed his blond hair were similar to those of his father. Then a nurse took him away to give him his first bath. A few hours later, the mother was informed he had died for having swallowed liquid during the delivery.Pimienta never believed it - her boy looked healthy and his death happened too abruptly - but there was little she could do. She was alone at the hospital and had no family in Barcelona - she and her husband, who was working in a car factory at that time, had recently emigrated from a village in the south of Spain. The illiterate couple could not question the doctors’ words. Pimienta Cuecas was dismissed two days later, without any document.

  • Spain - Pamplona - Portrait of María Teresa Quintana, 36. “My poor little baby who is about to be born, if only you knew how sad I am when I think about what I am about to do to you… I cannot keep you, not because of my parents, or for lack of money, but because I don’t want you… Your parents will love you more than anyone else, and certainly more than me…” This anonymous text, typewritten on an ordinary sheet of paper and titled “Don’t cry, you will be fine”, was shown to María Teresa Quintana 11 years ago by her adoptive parents. It had been handed out to them by the nuns at the Clínica de la Milagrosa, Madrid, where Quintana was born in November 1982, and had supposedly been written by her biological mother. “When I read it, I couldn’t stop crying”, recounts Quintana, nowadays an strong-willed woman of 36. She only wanted to know something about her origins and she didn’t expect to find such a heartless message, so crude and insensitive that her adoptive mother had refrained from showing it to her for all those years.

  • Spain - Sant Adrià de Besòs - Portrait of Antonia del Carmen Carrasco Pérez, 73. It was Antonia del Carmen Carrasco Pérez’s sixth delivery, the most difficult and painful of all. “I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy”, she recounts from her apartment, in a working-class neighbourhood on the outskirts of Barcelona. “I was asking for some anaesthetic, but the doctors wouldn’t give it to me because I had to push”. After a long labour, the child - a baby boy named Oscar - finally came out. Carrasco Pérez remembers he was dark-haired and looked like his sister Ester, his buttocks darkened and bruised because of the breech birth. Before she had time to touch him the baby was quickly whisked away to be placed in an incubator. The mother was promised they would bring him back early next morning. “I heard him crying all the way from the elevator doors”, remembers Carrasco Pérez. “It was as if he was trying to tell me we would never see each other again”.

  • Spain - Alcalá de Guadaíra - Portrait of Lidia Acebo Fortes, 69. It took Lidia Acebo Fortes decades to learn how to deal with the loss of her son José Manuel. It was a period marred by depression, legal battles and public appearances - university talks, TV programs, a personal book that was presented at the European Parliament - which eventually helped her cope with the pain. “Every time I speak about him I feel something burning inside me”, explains the women. “I will never forget my son, but I can’t let what happened destroy my life”. Acebo Fortes was 16 when she fell pregnant of José Manuel. The boy was premature and was placed in a hospital incubator. His father used to visit him twice a day - the mother was staying at home to recover from the delivery. The baby looked healthy, and was rapidly gaining weight, but on the morning of the 17th day Acebo Fortes woke up with a ominous presentiment. She immediately called the hospital to check on her son. A nurse told her not to worry, the baby was fine.That same night, when her husband came home, Acebo read desperation in his face. The doctors had told him the baby had died the night before. “That’s impossible, I called this morning and a nurse told me he was fine!” Acebo Fortes told him. Her husband didn’t know what to say. A nurse had taken a baby corpse from the cold room and showed it to him through a glass. He was wrapped in cloth and the father couldn’t tell if that was their baby. Acebo Fortes’s concerns grew even stronger the following day, when her husband came back from the burial and told her the coffin seemed empty. “He had carried it and felt it was too light”, she explains. “He was a carpenter, he knew very well how much a coffin weighed”.

  • Spain - Benicassim - Portrait of Luna Garcia Soriano, 45. In the early morning of the 9th of January 1978, Luna Garcia Soriano’s mother was waiting to give birth to her third daughter at the Hospital General, in Castellón de la Plana. The mother was talking to a midwife who happened to be a friend of her brother-in-law, and confessed she was a bit nervous. Six years earlier she had delivered her first daughter Inmaculada in the same hospital, but the baby had died after a few hours for unclear reasons. The midwife listened carefully without saying a word, then excused herself and walked away. She came back at 7am, one hour before the end of her shift, visibly agitated. “You have to deliver while I am still here”, she said to Garcia’s mother, without elaborating. “I will give you a medicine to speed up labour, but don’t say anything to the doctor”. The baby came out at 8am sharp, and was put in the arms of her delighted mother.

  • Spain - Lekunberri - Portait of Estefania Erro Tellechea, 71 and her son Pedro, 46. Erro Tellechea was born and bred in Lekunberri, a small mountain village in the region of Navarra. In 1969 she was 21, and was expecting her first baby. The family had a trusted gynaecologist who lived in a nearby village and had already assisted Erro Tellechea’s elder sisters. They had all given birth at a private clinic in Pamplona where the doctor operated, but when Erro Tellechea was about to deliver he unexpectedly advised her to go to Virgen del Camino, a public hospital, where he would personally supervise her delivery.When Erro Tellechea arrived at the hospital in the morning of the 29th of July 1969, she wasn’t brought to the communal maternity ward like all the other mothers, but to a small private room where her relatives were not allowed to enter.Erro Tellechea gave birth that same night. She just had time to see the baby being wrapped in a sheet and taken away by the nurses - she was immediately sedated and fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up hours later, with her throat dry and swollen, a nurse told her her daughter had been born dead.

  • Spain - Banyoles - Portrait of Joan Beamonte Isern, 53. Beamonte Isern was 6 when he saw his father for the last time, in 1973. The son of a single parent, he was being raised in the outskirts of Barcelona by his paternal grandmother at that time, as his father had just fallen ill of cancer. His grandmother was struggling to take care of both, so the family’s doctor advised her to put the boy into a private college, where he would be taken care of. Beamonte Isern stayed there for two months and received visits from his family every weekend. One day, without notice, he was taken away by a stranger and brought to a hospice for abandoned children. “It was like a prison for juveniles. Food was terrible and the elder ones would harass me in every way”, he recalls. “I stayed there only a few weeks, but they were the worst of my life”.

  • Spain - Guardamar del Segura - Portait of María Vega Martinez Loza, 77. The penetrating gaze of Maria Vega Martinez Loza, 77, burns with fury as she stares at her husband. The man stands in front of her, head down, unable to look back at his wife. The table separating the two is covered with papers documenting the suspicious death of their twins. “I do think our kids were stolen, but a lot of time has passed”, says the man, breaking the uncomfortable silence with a weak voice. “With the few evidence we have, it is like finding a needle in a haystack”. “They are your sons, Javier. Don’t you want to find them?”, replies Martinez Loza matter-of-factly. “How can I succeed without your help? Aren’t you ashamed to leave this burden to me alone?” The man falls silent, guilty and visibly embarrassed. In almost 50 years, this is only the second time the couple has spoken about what happened on the 9th of October 1970.

  • Spain - Elche - Portrait of María José Picó Robles, 57. For decades María José Picó Robles thought she was a lucky woman. She was alive while her twin sister, who had only lived three days back in 1962, was buried in a common grave in Alicante. “Now I think I’m lucky because I had the chance to grow up with my parents”, she explains. “I wonder what kind of life my sister had”.Picó Robles thinks about her every day. Back at the time many girls were adopted by middle-aged couples so that they could look after them when they aged. Some were ill-treated and humiliated by their adoptive relatives, who didn’t consider them part of the family. “She might be having a terrible time, just because someone decided for her”, worries Picó Robles.After two unfruitful exhumations carried out between 2012 and 2013 - no rests of the baby were found - and given the absence of documents related to Picó Robles’s sister at the hospital and the civil registry, the case was archived by the public prosecutor’s office of Alicante for lack of evidence.

  • Spain - Terrassa - Portrait of Isabel Maria Gil Pérez, 62. Isabel Maria Gil Pérez sits in her living room in the city centre of Terrassa, its shutters half-closed to protect it from the scorching midday sun. In dim light, her melancholic hazelnut eyes look at a small, faded photo showing a 20-year-old woman and her newborn baby. “This is the only souvenir I have of my son Raul”, she explains, carefully holding the picture between her fingers. “Without it, what happened would have only been a nightmare”.

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In the preceding months, they were instructed to wear pillows to fake pregnancies and not arouse suspicions within their communities.\r<\/p><p>Stolen babies were then either adopted or inscribed as biological children thanks to forged birth papers provided by the traffickers. Some of the adoptive parents knew they were committing a crime, while others thought their adoptions were legal. A marriage who could not have children was frowned upon, and many infertile couples would do anything to avoid social condemnation. Delighted at the idea of finally having a child, they didn\u2019t ask too many questions.\r<\/p><p>The trafficking operated through several regional and national networks. In order to throw off investigations, children were often sold to other regions of Spain - sometimes abroad - at exorbitant prices equivalent to the cost of a flat. \r<\/p><p>Even when the real parents realised they had been robbed of their children, there was nothing they could do. The national-catholicism permeating Spain at that time made it impossible to challenge authoritative figures such as medical and religious personnel - until 1990 the latter were in charge of a vast network of maternity centres and foundling houses. The few mothers who dared to look for their lost babies were often derided as crazy women unable to accept the death of their children. They hid their pain for decades, thinking they had been victims of an atrocious but isolated act of injustice. \r<\/p><p>When the first cases came to light, victims finally realised the circumstances of the suspicious deliveries described in the press were the same they had experienced. More and more parents started looking for papers proving their babies\u2019 deaths, often encountering blatant incongruences and tampered documents. In some cases, there were no proofs their children were ever born. 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None of their requests - the lifting of the statute of limitations, a special public prosecutor solely dedicated to the ni\u00f1os robados cases, free legal assistance and free DNA tests - has been implemented. \r<\/p><p>Many have lost faith in the State\u2019s willingness to confront an issue that could bring about uncomfortable truths and massive indemnification suits, and are now turning to international tribunals in their quest for truth. The United Nations High Commissioner for Human Rights is already investigating a case, and others will soon follow.\r<\/p><p>Here is a collection of personal stories recounted by parents, siblings and adoptees who are, or believe to be, among the victims of this inhuman traffic. 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Clara Alfonsa Reinoso had just turned 15 when, on the 18th of June 1987, she gave birth to what she was told was a baby boy at the Institut Dexeus, a top-notch private clinic in Barcelona. The girl came from a troubled family - her mother was a prostitute, her father a heavy-drinker and violent man - and the local Juvenile Court had just taken legal custody of her and her 9 siblings. Reinoso had spent the previous weeks in a shelter for vulnerable pregnant women, where she had been brought to by a woman who had identified herself as a social worker. On the day of the delivery, the young mothers left the shelter and was put on a taxi a given two tranquilliser pills. She doesn\u2019t remember entering the clinic and given birth. \u201cI was probably sedated\u201d, she explains. \u201cWhen I woke up afterwards and asked for my baby, a female doctor told me the boy was too small and didn\u2019t make it\u201d. Reinoso never asked to see the corpse. \u201cI believed what the doctor had just told me\u201d, she continues. \u201cShe was holding my hand and wiping away my tears as I couldn\u2019t stop crying\u201d. \r\nOn the 10th of May 2013, she received a phone call from a psychologist from the Government of Catalunya who asked her if, on June 1987, she had given birth to a baby. Reinoso confirmed and told him the boy had died. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t a boy and he didn\u2019t die. Your daughter is alive and she is looking for you\u201d, he replied. Reinoso collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed and dizzy.","caption_raw":"Spain - Santa Susanna - Portrait of Clara Alfonsa Reinoso, 47. Clara Alfonsa Reinoso had just turned 15 when, on the 18th of June 1987, she gave birth to what she was told was a baby boy at the Institut Dexeus, a top-notch private clinic in Barcelona. The girl came from a troubled family - her mother was a prostitute, her father a heavy-drinker and violent man - and the local Juvenile Court had just taken legal custody of her and her 9 siblings. Reinoso had spent the previous weeks in a shelter for vulnerable pregnant women, where she had been brought to by a woman who had identified herself as a social worker. On the day of the delivery, the young mothers left the shelter and was put on a taxi a given two tranquilliser pills. She doesn\u2019t remember entering the clinic and given birth. \u201cI was probably sedated\u201d, she explains. \u201cWhen I woke up afterwards and asked for my baby, a female doctor told me the boy was too small and didn\u2019t make it\u201d. Reinoso never asked to see the corpse. \u201cI believed what the doctor had just told me\u201d, she continues. \u201cShe was holding my hand and wiping away my tears as I couldn\u2019t stop crying\u201d. \r\nOn the 10th of May 2013, she received a phone call from a psychologist from the Government of Catalunya who asked her if, on June 1987, she had given birth to a baby. Reinoso confirmed and told him the boy had died. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t a boy and he didn\u2019t die. Your daughter is alive and she is looking for you\u201d, he replied. Reinoso collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed and dizzy.","deleted_at":null,"image":{"id":325654,"filename":"\/users\/21459\/grant-submissions\/18688\/pz09xca61835ca8f.jpg","created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25"},"story_block":null},{"id":205354,"grant_submission_id":18688,"story_block_id":null,"image_id":325660,"position":0,"created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:24:44","caption":"Spain - Legan\u00e9s - Portrait of Maria Bego\u00f1a Garc\u00eda Bernal, 53. \u201cI suspect the initial plan was to rob Julio, the one who weighed more\u201d, explains Garcia Bernal. \u201cThen came a sudden request for another baby, and they took the second one as well\u201d. In 1981, the military administration went to her parents\u2019 village to look for Juan Carlos. According to their registry he hadn\u2019t shown up for his compulsory military service and was considered a fugitive. \u201cWhen I held this document in my hands I couldn\u2019t stop crying\u201d, continues Garcia Bernal. \u201cIt was the first time I had something proving that one of my brothers had existed. It was an indescribable emotion\u201d.","caption_raw":"Spain - Legan\u00e9s - Portrait of Maria Bego\u00f1a Garc\u00eda Bernal, 53. \u201cI suspect the initial plan was to rob Julio, the one who weighed more\u201d, explains Garcia Bernal. \u201cThen came a sudden request for another baby, and they took the second one as well\u201d. In 1981, the military administration went to her parents\u2019 village to look for Juan Carlos. According to their registry he hadn\u2019t shown up for his compulsory military service and was considered a fugitive. \u201cWhen I held this document in my hands I couldn\u2019t stop crying\u201d, continues Garcia Bernal. \u201cIt was the first time I had something proving that one of my brothers had existed. It was an indescribable emotion\u201d.","deleted_at":null,"image":{"id":325660,"filename":"\/users\/21459\/grant-submissions\/18688\/pz09xd7019561443.jpg","created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25"},"story_block":null},{"id":205346,"grant_submission_id":18688,"story_block_id":null,"image_id":325652,"position":1,"created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:24","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:24:44","caption":"Spain - Castell\u00f3n de la Plana - Portrait of Vanessa Mu\u00f1oz Mallen, 45. Vanessa Mu\u00f1oz Mallen was supposedly born on the 27th of July 1974 at the Cl\u00ednica Virgen del Consuelo, in Valencia. The clinic doesn\u2019t have any medical report of her birth, only a logbook where her unknown biological mother was registered as \u201cpatient of Doctor Carbonell\u201d. The nuns at the clinic told Mu\u00f1oz Mallen\u2019s adoptive parents that the biological mother didn\u2019t want to keep the baby.Mu\u00f1oz Mallen was given to a young couple in their 20s who could not have kids and who desperately wanted a daughter. In the previous months, her future adoptive mother had staged a pregnancy, wearing large clothes in order to deceive the family\u2019s acquaintances. For the first years of her Mu\u00f1oz Mallen\u2019s life, she lived in fear that the biological mother could come and claim her back.When Mu\u00f1oz Mallen was a child, her schoolmates used to laugh at her and say her parents were not her real ones. Her father and mother eventually followed the advice of a psychologist and confessed she had been adopted. \u201cSince then, my birthday has become the worst day of the year\u201d, explains Mu\u00f1oz Mallen, nowadays a 45-year-old woman. \u201cWhen the date approaches I only wish that my mom remembered me as much as I remember her\u201d. Mu\u00f1oz Mallen never found her birth mother\u2019s written consent to the adoption, only a few hospital receipts with the money her adoptive parents paid \u201cas if I was a car\u201d, she bitterly says. When she contacted a local association of stolen children in 2010, she was relieved to hear she might be one of them. \u201cI would rather be stolen than abandoned\u201d, she explains. \u201cThat\u2019s how I felt for most of my life, even if my adoptive parents treated me well\u201d. Last January, she was finally able to connect with a second cousin thanks to a US-based DNA testing company. She hopes he will be able to help her locate her mother.","caption_raw":"Spain - Castell\u00f3n de la Plana - Portrait of Vanessa Mu\u00f1oz Mallen, 45. Vanessa Mu\u00f1oz Mallen was supposedly born on the 27th of July 1974 at the Cl\u00ednica Virgen del Consuelo, in Valencia. The clinic doesn\u2019t have any medical report of her birth, only a logbook where her unknown biological mother was registered as \u201cpatient of Doctor Carbonell\u201d. The nuns at the clinic told Mu\u00f1oz Mallen\u2019s adoptive parents that the biological mother didn\u2019t want to keep the baby.Mu\u00f1oz Mallen was given to a young couple in their 20s who could not have kids and who desperately wanted a daughter. In the previous months, her future adoptive mother had staged a pregnancy, wearing large clothes in order to deceive the family\u2019s acquaintances. For the first years of her Mu\u00f1oz Mallen\u2019s life, she lived in fear that the biological mother could come and claim her back.When Mu\u00f1oz Mallen was a child, her schoolmates used to laugh at her and say her parents were not her real ones. Her father and mother eventually followed the advice of a psychologist and confessed she had been adopted. \u201cSince then, my birthday has become the worst day of the year\u201d, explains Mu\u00f1oz Mallen, nowadays a 45-year-old woman. \u201cWhen the date approaches I only wish that my mom remembered me as much as I remember her\u201d. Mu\u00f1oz Mallen never found her birth mother\u2019s written consent to the adoption, only a few hospital receipts with the money her adoptive parents paid \u201cas if I was a car\u201d, she bitterly says. When she contacted a local association of stolen children in 2010, she was relieved to hear she might be one of them. \u201cI would rather be stolen than abandoned\u201d, she explains. \u201cThat\u2019s how I felt for most of my life, even if my adoptive parents treated me well\u201d. Last January, she was finally able to connect with a second cousin thanks to a US-based DNA testing company. She hopes he will be able to help her locate her mother.","deleted_at":null,"image":{"id":325652,"filename":"\/users\/21459\/grant-submissions\/18688\/pz09xce5b6b4a660.jpg","created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:24","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:24"},"story_block":null},{"id":205356,"grant_submission_id":18688,"story_block_id":null,"image_id":325662,"position":2,"created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:24:44","caption":"Spain - Huelva - Portrait of Esperanza Ornedo Mulero, 48. Ornedo Mulero is looking for her sister, born on the 23rd of March 1968 at the local Manuel Lois Hospital. Her mother managed to get a glimpse of the baby before a midwife took him away. One hour later, a man in a white gown entered the room. Without identifying himself he curtly said the baby had died, and gave no further explanation. The father was later shown a bundle wrapped in gauze - the baby had already been prepared for the burial. \r\n\r\nAlthough her parents are still alive, Ornedo Mulero has decided to take the search upon herself. \u201cMy mother already told me several times to leave it all, because we will never achieve anything, but I don\u2019t see it as a sacrifice\u201d, she explains. \u201cNothing forces me to continue, and I know I will get to the end anyway. Finding my sister is a necessity to me as well\u201d.","caption_raw":"Spain - Huelva - Portrait of Esperanza Ornedo Mulero, 48. Ornedo Mulero is looking for her sister, born on the 23rd of March 1968 at the local Manuel Lois Hospital. Her mother managed to get a glimpse of the baby before a midwife took him away. One hour later, a man in a white gown entered the room. Without identifying himself he curtly said the baby had died, and gave no further explanation. The father was later shown a bundle wrapped in gauze - the baby had already been prepared for the burial. \r\n\r\nAlthough her parents are still alive, Ornedo Mulero has decided to take the search upon herself. \u201cMy mother already told me several times to leave it all, because we will never achieve anything, but I don\u2019t see it as a sacrifice\u201d, she explains. \u201cNothing forces me to continue, and I know I will get to the end anyway. Finding my sister is a necessity to me as well\u201d.","deleted_at":null,"image":{"id":325662,"filename":"\/users\/21459\/grant-submissions\/18688\/pz09xd6c231a9cea.jpg","created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25"},"story_block":null},{"id":205357,"grant_submission_id":18688,"story_block_id":null,"image_id":325663,"position":3,"created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:24:44","caption":"Spain - Collado Villalba - Portrait of Cristina Moracho Martin, 52. In the evening of the 14th of May 1984, Cristina Moracho Martin was alone at home in Collado Villalba, a small village on the outskirts of Madrid, together with her 15-month-daughter Jesica. Moracho was 17, and 7-month-pregnant of her second baby. The contractions started suddenly. \u201cMoments later I broke water, and my son was born\u201d, she recounts. Unable to notify her husband - the house didn\u2019t have a telephone - Moracho cut the umbilical cordon herself and tied it with a sewing thread. After leaving her newborn in bed beside her daughter, she went out to seek help.When the medical first aid arrived the mother was in danger - she had bled profusely - but the baby looked fine. Both were put on an ambulance and brought to the Hospital Cl\u00ednico San Carlos.\u201cI heard him crying and moving all the way to Madrid. He was full of energy\u201d, continues Moracho, who never saw her child again. He apparently died at the hospital, while his mother was having the placenta removed. Despite several requests, the family couldn\u2019t see the corpse and was never told in which cemetery the body had been buried.","caption_raw":"Spain - Collado Villalba - Portrait of Cristina Moracho Martin, 52. In the evening of the 14th of May 1984, Cristina Moracho Martin was alone at home in Collado Villalba, a small village on the outskirts of Madrid, together with her 15-month-daughter Jesica. Moracho was 17, and 7-month-pregnant of her second baby. The contractions started suddenly. \u201cMoments later I broke water, and my son was born\u201d, she recounts. Unable to notify her husband - the house didn\u2019t have a telephone - Moracho cut the umbilical cordon herself and tied it with a sewing thread. After leaving her newborn in bed beside her daughter, she went out to seek help.When the medical first aid arrived the mother was in danger - she had bled profusely - but the baby looked fine. Both were put on an ambulance and brought to the Hospital Cl\u00ednico San Carlos.\u201cI heard him crying and moving all the way to Madrid. He was full of energy\u201d, continues Moracho, who never saw her child again. He apparently died at the hospital, while his mother was having the placenta removed. Despite several requests, the family couldn\u2019t see the corpse and was never told in which cemetery the body had been buried.","deleted_at":null,"image":{"id":325663,"filename":"\/users\/21459\/grant-submissions\/18688\/pz09xd819df4bbf3.jpg","created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25"},"story_block":null},{"id":205350,"grant_submission_id":18688,"story_block_id":null,"image_id":325656,"position":4,"created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:24:44","caption":"Spain - Barcelona - Portrait of Dolores Pimienta Cuecas, 94. The fragile silhouette of Dolores Pimienta Cuecas commands immediate respect. Despite her precarious state of health, this 94-year-old mother still attends all public rallies and gatherings organised by the ni\u00f1os robados association in Barcelona. Her wrinkled face, which betrays a pugnacious woman who hasn\u2019t lost the hope to reunite with her son F\u00e9lix after almost 60 years, is one of the most powerful examples of the victims\u2019 relentless struggle for justice. F\u00e9lix was born at 6.15pm, on the 29th of May 1960. Pimienta Cuecas held him briefly in her arms and noticed his blond hair were similar to those of his father. Then a nurse took him away to give him his first bath. A few hours later, the mother was informed he had died for having swallowed liquid during the delivery.Pimienta never believed it - her boy looked healthy and his death happened too abruptly - but there was little she could do. She was alone at the hospital and had no family in Barcelona - she and her husband, who was working in a car factory at that time, had recently emigrated from a village in the south of Spain. The illiterate couple could not question the doctors\u2019 words. Pimienta Cuecas was dismissed two days later, without any document.","caption_raw":"Spain - Barcelona - Portrait of Dolores Pimienta Cuecas, 94. The fragile silhouette of Dolores Pimienta Cuecas commands immediate respect. Despite her precarious state of health, this 94-year-old mother still attends all public rallies and gatherings organised by the ni\u00f1os robados association in Barcelona. Her wrinkled face, which betrays a pugnacious woman who hasn\u2019t lost the hope to reunite with her son F\u00e9lix after almost 60 years, is one of the most powerful examples of the victims\u2019 relentless struggle for justice. F\u00e9lix was born at 6.15pm, on the 29th of May 1960. Pimienta Cuecas held him briefly in her arms and noticed his blond hair were similar to those of his father. Then a nurse took him away to give him his first bath. A few hours later, the mother was informed he had died for having swallowed liquid during the delivery.Pimienta never believed it - her boy looked healthy and his death happened too abruptly - but there was little she could do. She was alone at the hospital and had no family in Barcelona - she and her husband, who was working in a car factory at that time, had recently emigrated from a village in the south of Spain. The illiterate couple could not question the doctors\u2019 words. Pimienta Cuecas was dismissed two days later, without any document.","deleted_at":null,"image":{"id":325656,"filename":"\/users\/21459\/grant-submissions\/18688\/pz09xd58780a467c.jpg","created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25"},"story_block":null},{"id":205347,"grant_submission_id":18688,"story_block_id":null,"image_id":325653,"position":5,"created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:24:44","caption":"Spain - Pamplona - Portrait of Mar\u00eda Teresa Quintana, 36. \u201cMy poor little baby who is about to be born, if only you knew how sad I am when I think about what I am about to do to you\u2026 I cannot keep you, not because of my parents, or for lack of money, but because I don\u2019t want you\u2026 Your parents will love you more than anyone else, and certainly more than me\u2026\u201d This anonymous text, typewritten on an ordinary sheet of paper and titled \u201cDon\u2019t cry, you will be fine\u201d, was shown to Mar\u00eda Teresa Quintana 11 years ago by her adoptive parents. It had been handed out to them by the nuns at the Cl\u00ednica de la Milagrosa, Madrid, where Quintana was born in November 1982, and had supposedly been written by her biological mother. \u201cWhen I read it, I couldn\u2019t stop crying\u201d, recounts Quintana, nowadays an strong-willed woman of 36. She only wanted to know something about her origins and she didn\u2019t expect to find such a heartless message, so crude and insensitive that her adoptive mother had refrained from showing it to her for all those years.","caption_raw":"Spain - Pamplona - Portrait of Mar\u00eda Teresa Quintana, 36. \u201cMy poor little baby who is about to be born, if only you knew how sad I am when I think about what I am about to do to you\u2026 I cannot keep you, not because of my parents, or for lack of money, but because I don\u2019t want you\u2026 Your parents will love you more than anyone else, and certainly more than me\u2026\u201d This anonymous text, typewritten on an ordinary sheet of paper and titled \u201cDon\u2019t cry, you will be fine\u201d, was shown to Mar\u00eda Teresa Quintana 11 years ago by her adoptive parents. It had been handed out to them by the nuns at the Cl\u00ednica de la Milagrosa, Madrid, where Quintana was born in November 1982, and had supposedly been written by her biological mother. \u201cWhen I read it, I couldn\u2019t stop crying\u201d, recounts Quintana, nowadays an strong-willed woman of 36. She only wanted to know something about her origins and she didn\u2019t expect to find such a heartless message, so crude and insensitive that her adoptive mother had refrained from showing it to her for all those years.","deleted_at":null,"image":{"id":325653,"filename":"\/users\/21459\/grant-submissions\/18688\/pz09xc18cf21b765.jpg","created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25"},"story_block":null},{"id":205351,"grant_submission_id":18688,"story_block_id":null,"image_id":325657,"position":6,"created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:24:44","caption":"Spain - Sant Adri\u00e0 de Bes\u00f2s - Portrait of Antonia del Carmen Carrasco P\u00e9rez, 73. It was Antonia del Carmen Carrasco P\u00e9rez\u2019s sixth delivery, the most difficult and painful of all. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t wish it on my worst enemy\u201d, she recounts from her apartment, in a working-class neighbourhood on the outskirts of Barcelona. \u201cI was asking for some anaesthetic, but the doctors wouldn\u2019t give it to me because I had to push\u201d. After a long labour, the child - a baby boy named Oscar - finally came out. Carrasco P\u00e9rez remembers he was dark-haired and looked like his sister Ester, his buttocks darkened and bruised because of the breech birth. Before she had time to touch him the baby was quickly whisked away to be placed in an incubator. The mother was promised they would bring him back early next morning. \u201cI heard him crying all the way from the elevator doors\u201d, remembers Carrasco P\u00e9rez. \u201cIt was as if he was trying to tell me we would never see each other again\u201d.","caption_raw":"Spain - Sant Adri\u00e0 de Bes\u00f2s - Portrait of Antonia del Carmen Carrasco P\u00e9rez, 73. It was Antonia del Carmen Carrasco P\u00e9rez\u2019s sixth delivery, the most difficult and painful of all. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t wish it on my worst enemy\u201d, she recounts from her apartment, in a working-class neighbourhood on the outskirts of Barcelona. \u201cI was asking for some anaesthetic, but the doctors wouldn\u2019t give it to me because I had to push\u201d. After a long labour, the child - a baby boy named Oscar - finally came out. Carrasco P\u00e9rez remembers he was dark-haired and looked like his sister Ester, his buttocks darkened and bruised because of the breech birth. Before she had time to touch him the baby was quickly whisked away to be placed in an incubator. The mother was promised they would bring him back early next morning. \u201cI heard him crying all the way from the elevator doors\u201d, remembers Carrasco P\u00e9rez. \u201cIt was as if he was trying to tell me we would never see each other again\u201d.","deleted_at":null,"image":{"id":325657,"filename":"\/users\/21459\/grant-submissions\/18688\/pz09xda08a3c0049.jpg","created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25"},"story_block":null},{"id":205353,"grant_submission_id":18688,"story_block_id":null,"image_id":325659,"position":7,"created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:24:44","caption":"Spain - Alcal\u00e1 de Guada\u00edra - Portrait of Lidia Acebo Fortes, 69. It took Lidia Acebo Fortes decades to learn how to deal with the loss of her son Jos\u00e9 Manuel. It was a period marred by depression, legal battles and public appearances - university talks, TV programs, a personal book that was presented at the European Parliament - which eventually helped her cope with the pain. \u201cEvery time I speak about him I feel something burning inside me\u201d, explains the women. \u201cI will never forget my son, but I can\u2019t let what happened destroy my life\u201d. Acebo Fortes was 16 when she fell pregnant of Jos\u00e9 Manuel. The boy was premature and was placed in a hospital incubator. His father used to visit him twice a day - the mother was staying at home to recover from the delivery. The baby looked healthy, and was rapidly gaining weight, but on the morning of the 17th day Acebo Fortes woke up with a ominous presentiment. She immediately called the hospital to check on her son. A nurse told her not to worry, the baby was fine.That same night, when her husband came home, Acebo read desperation in his face. The doctors had told him the baby had died the night before. \u201cThat\u2019s impossible, I called this morning and a nurse told me he was fine!\u201d Acebo Fortes told him. Her husband didn\u2019t know what to say. A nurse had taken a baby corpse from the cold room and showed it to him through a glass. He was wrapped in cloth and the father couldn\u2019t tell if that was their baby. Acebo Fortes\u2019s concerns grew even stronger the following day, when her husband came back from the burial and told her the coffin seemed empty. \u201cHe had carried it and felt it was too light\u201d, she explains. \u201cHe was a carpenter, he knew very well how much a coffin weighed\u201d.","caption_raw":"Spain - Alcal\u00e1 de Guada\u00edra - Portrait of Lidia Acebo Fortes, 69. It took Lidia Acebo Fortes decades to learn how to deal with the loss of her son Jos\u00e9 Manuel. It was a period marred by depression, legal battles and public appearances - university talks, TV programs, a personal book that was presented at the European Parliament - which eventually helped her cope with the pain. \u201cEvery time I speak about him I feel something burning inside me\u201d, explains the women. \u201cI will never forget my son, but I can\u2019t let what happened destroy my life\u201d. Acebo Fortes was 16 when she fell pregnant of Jos\u00e9 Manuel. The boy was premature and was placed in a hospital incubator. His father used to visit him twice a day - the mother was staying at home to recover from the delivery. The baby looked healthy, and was rapidly gaining weight, but on the morning of the 17th day Acebo Fortes woke up with a ominous presentiment. She immediately called the hospital to check on her son. A nurse told her not to worry, the baby was fine.That same night, when her husband came home, Acebo read desperation in his face. The doctors had told him the baby had died the night before. \u201cThat\u2019s impossible, I called this morning and a nurse told me he was fine!\u201d Acebo Fortes told him. Her husband didn\u2019t know what to say. A nurse had taken a baby corpse from the cold room and showed it to him through a glass. He was wrapped in cloth and the father couldn\u2019t tell if that was their baby. Acebo Fortes\u2019s concerns grew even stronger the following day, when her husband came back from the burial and told her the coffin seemed empty. \u201cHe had carried it and felt it was too light\u201d, she explains. \u201cHe was a carpenter, he knew very well how much a coffin weighed\u201d.","deleted_at":null,"image":{"id":325659,"filename":"\/users\/21459\/grant-submissions\/18688\/pz09xc410d62ad19.jpg","created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25"},"story_block":null},{"id":205359,"grant_submission_id":18688,"story_block_id":null,"image_id":325665,"position":8,"created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:24:44","caption":"Spain - Benicassim - Portrait of Luna Garcia Soriano, 45. In the early morning of the 9th of January 1978, Luna Garcia Soriano\u2019s mother was waiting to give birth to her third daughter at the Hospital General, in Castell\u00f3n de la Plana. The mother was talking to a midwife who happened to be a friend of her brother-in-law, and confessed she was a bit nervous. Six years earlier she had delivered her first daughter Inmaculada in the same hospital, but the baby had died after a few hours for unclear reasons. The midwife listened carefully without saying a word, then excused herself and walked away. She came back at 7am, one hour before the end of her shift, visibly agitated. \u201cYou have to deliver while I am still here\u201d, she said to Garcia\u2019s mother, without elaborating. \u201cI will give you a medicine to speed up labour, but don\u2019t say anything to the doctor\u201d. The baby came out at 8am sharp, and was put in the arms of her delighted mother.","caption_raw":"Spain - Benicassim - Portrait of Luna Garcia Soriano, 45. In the early morning of the 9th of January 1978, Luna Garcia Soriano\u2019s mother was waiting to give birth to her third daughter at the Hospital General, in Castell\u00f3n de la Plana. The mother was talking to a midwife who happened to be a friend of her brother-in-law, and confessed she was a bit nervous. Six years earlier she had delivered her first daughter Inmaculada in the same hospital, but the baby had died after a few hours for unclear reasons. The midwife listened carefully without saying a word, then excused herself and walked away. She came back at 7am, one hour before the end of her shift, visibly agitated. \u201cYou have to deliver while I am still here\u201d, she said to Garcia\u2019s mother, without elaborating. \u201cI will give you a medicine to speed up labour, but don\u2019t say anything to the doctor\u201d. The baby came out at 8am sharp, and was put in the arms of her delighted mother.","deleted_at":null,"image":{"id":325665,"filename":"\/users\/21459\/grant-submissions\/18688\/pz09xd98c24abcd7.jpg","created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25"},"story_block":null},{"id":205349,"grant_submission_id":18688,"story_block_id":null,"image_id":325655,"position":9,"created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:24:44","caption":"Spain - Lekunberri - Portait of Estefania Erro Tellechea, 71 and her son Pedro, 46. Erro Tellechea was born and bred in Lekunberri, a small mountain village in the region of Navarra. In 1969 she was 21, and was expecting her first baby. The family had a trusted gynaecologist who lived in a nearby village and had already assisted Erro Tellechea\u2019s elder sisters. They had all given birth at a private clinic in Pamplona where the doctor operated, but when Erro Tellechea was about to deliver he unexpectedly advised her to go to Virgen del Camino, a public hospital, where he would personally supervise her delivery.When Erro Tellechea arrived at the hospital in the morning of the 29th of July 1969, she wasn\u2019t brought to the communal maternity ward like all the other mothers, but to a small private room where her relatives were not allowed to enter.Erro Tellechea gave birth that same night. She just had time to see the baby being wrapped in a sheet and taken away by the nurses - she was immediately sedated and fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up hours later, with her throat dry and swollen, a nurse told her her daughter had been born dead.","caption_raw":"Spain - Lekunberri - Portait of Estefania Erro Tellechea, 71 and her son Pedro, 46. Erro Tellechea was born and bred in Lekunberri, a small mountain village in the region of Navarra. In 1969 she was 21, and was expecting her first baby. The family had a trusted gynaecologist who lived in a nearby village and had already assisted Erro Tellechea\u2019s elder sisters. They had all given birth at a private clinic in Pamplona where the doctor operated, but when Erro Tellechea was about to deliver he unexpectedly advised her to go to Virgen del Camino, a public hospital, where he would personally supervise her delivery.When Erro Tellechea arrived at the hospital in the morning of the 29th of July 1969, she wasn\u2019t brought to the communal maternity ward like all the other mothers, but to a small private room where her relatives were not allowed to enter.Erro Tellechea gave birth that same night. She just had time to see the baby being wrapped in a sheet and taken away by the nurses - she was immediately sedated and fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up hours later, with her throat dry and swollen, a nurse told her her daughter had been born dead.","deleted_at":null,"image":{"id":325655,"filename":"\/users\/21459\/grant-submissions\/18688\/pz09xc3fa66855bb.jpg","created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25"},"story_block":null},{"id":205352,"grant_submission_id":18688,"story_block_id":null,"image_id":325658,"position":10,"created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:24:44","caption":"Spain - Banyoles - Portrait of Joan Beamonte Isern, 53. Beamonte Isern was 6 when he saw his father for the last time, in 1973. The son of a single parent, he was being raised in the outskirts of Barcelona by his paternal grandmother at that time, as his father had just fallen ill of cancer. His grandmother was struggling to take care of both, so the family\u2019s doctor advised her to put the boy into a private college, where he would be taken care of. Beamonte Isern stayed there for two months and received visits from his family every weekend. One day, without notice, he was taken away by a stranger and brought to a hospice for abandoned children. \u201cIt was like a prison for juveniles. Food was terrible and the elder ones would harass me in every way\u201d, he recalls. \u201cI stayed there only a few weeks, but they were the worst of my life\u201d.","caption_raw":"Spain - Banyoles - Portrait of Joan Beamonte Isern, 53. Beamonte Isern was 6 when he saw his father for the last time, in 1973. The son of a single parent, he was being raised in the outskirts of Barcelona by his paternal grandmother at that time, as his father had just fallen ill of cancer. His grandmother was struggling to take care of both, so the family\u2019s doctor advised her to put the boy into a private college, where he would be taken care of. Beamonte Isern stayed there for two months and received visits from his family every weekend. One day, without notice, he was taken away by a stranger and brought to a hospice for abandoned children. \u201cIt was like a prison for juveniles. Food was terrible and the elder ones would harass me in every way\u201d, he recalls. \u201cI stayed there only a few weeks, but they were the worst of my life\u201d.","deleted_at":null,"image":{"id":325658,"filename":"\/users\/21459\/grant-submissions\/18688\/pz09xc9d67fa3be0.jpg","created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25"},"story_block":null},{"id":205355,"grant_submission_id":18688,"story_block_id":null,"image_id":325661,"position":11,"created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:24:44","caption":"Spain - Guardamar del Segura - Portait of Mar\u00eda Vega Martinez Loza, 77. The penetrating gaze of Maria Vega Martinez Loza, 77, burns with fury as she stares at her husband. The man stands in front of her, head down, unable to look back at his wife. The table separating the two is covered with papers documenting the suspicious death of their twins. \u201cI do think our kids were stolen, but a lot of time has passed\u201d, says the man, breaking the uncomfortable silence with a weak voice. \u201cWith the few evidence we have, it is like finding a needle in a haystack\u201d. \u201cThey are your sons, Javier. Don\u2019t you want to find them?\u201d, replies Martinez Loza matter-of-factly. \u201cHow can I succeed without your help? Aren\u2019t you ashamed to leave this burden to me alone?\u201d The man falls silent, guilty and visibly embarrassed. In almost 50 years, this is only the second time the couple has spoken about what happened on the 9th of October 1970.","caption_raw":"Spain - Guardamar del Segura - Portait of Mar\u00eda Vega Martinez Loza, 77. The penetrating gaze of Maria Vega Martinez Loza, 77, burns with fury as she stares at her husband. The man stands in front of her, head down, unable to look back at his wife. The table separating the two is covered with papers documenting the suspicious death of their twins. \u201cI do think our kids were stolen, but a lot of time has passed\u201d, says the man, breaking the uncomfortable silence with a weak voice. \u201cWith the few evidence we have, it is like finding a needle in a haystack\u201d. \u201cThey are your sons, Javier. Don\u2019t you want to find them?\u201d, replies Martinez Loza matter-of-factly. \u201cHow can I succeed without your help? Aren\u2019t you ashamed to leave this burden to me alone?\u201d The man falls silent, guilty and visibly embarrassed. In almost 50 years, this is only the second time the couple has spoken about what happened on the 9th of October 1970.","deleted_at":null,"image":{"id":325661,"filename":"\/users\/21459\/grant-submissions\/18688\/pz09xd288c8a67c6.jpg","created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25"},"story_block":null},{"id":205358,"grant_submission_id":18688,"story_block_id":null,"image_id":325664,"position":12,"created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:24:44","caption":"Spain - Elche - Portrait of Mar\u00eda Jos\u00e9 Pic\u00f3 Robles, 57. For decades Mar\u00eda Jos\u00e9 Pic\u00f3 Robles thought she was a lucky woman. She was alive while her twin sister, who had only lived three days back in 1962, was buried in a common grave in Alicante. \u201cNow I think I\u2019m lucky because I had the chance to grow up with my parents\u201d, she explains. \u201cI wonder what kind of life my sister had\u201d.Pic\u00f3 Robles thinks about her every day. Back at the time many girls were adopted by middle-aged couples so that they could look after them when they aged. Some were ill-treated and humiliated by their adoptive relatives, who didn\u2019t consider them part of the family. \u201cShe might be having a terrible time, just because someone decided for her\u201d, worries Pic\u00f3 Robles.After two unfruitful exhumations carried out between 2012 and 2013 - no rests of the baby were found - and given the absence of documents related to Pic\u00f3 Robles\u2019s sister at the hospital and the civil registry, the case was archived by the public prosecutor\u2019s office of Alicante for lack of evidence.","caption_raw":"Spain - Elche - Portrait of Mar\u00eda Jos\u00e9 Pic\u00f3 Robles, 57. For decades Mar\u00eda Jos\u00e9 Pic\u00f3 Robles thought she was a lucky woman. She was alive while her twin sister, who had only lived three days back in 1962, was buried in a common grave in Alicante. \u201cNow I think I\u2019m lucky because I had the chance to grow up with my parents\u201d, she explains. \u201cI wonder what kind of life my sister had\u201d.Pic\u00f3 Robles thinks about her every day. Back at the time many girls were adopted by middle-aged couples so that they could look after them when they aged. Some were ill-treated and humiliated by their adoptive relatives, who didn\u2019t consider them part of the family. \u201cShe might be having a terrible time, just because someone decided for her\u201d, worries Pic\u00f3 Robles.After two unfruitful exhumations carried out between 2012 and 2013 - no rests of the baby were found - and given the absence of documents related to Pic\u00f3 Robles\u2019s sister at the hospital and the civil registry, the case was archived by the public prosecutor\u2019s office of Alicante for lack of evidence.","deleted_at":null,"image":{"id":325664,"filename":"\/users\/21459\/grant-submissions\/18688\/pz09xd4b115da341.jpg","created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25"},"story_block":null},{"id":205360,"grant_submission_id":18688,"story_block_id":null,"image_id":325666,"position":13,"created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:24:44","caption":"Spain - Terrassa - Portrait of Isabel Maria Gil P\u00e9rez, 62. Isabel Maria Gil P\u00e9rez sits in her living room in the city centre of Terrassa, its shutters half-closed to protect it from the scorching midday sun. In dim light, her melancholic hazelnut eyes look at a small, faded photo showing a 20-year-old woman and her newborn baby. \u201cThis is the only souvenir I have of my son Raul\u201d, she explains, carefully holding the picture between her fingers. \u201cWithout it, what happened would have only been a nightmare\u201d.","caption_raw":"Spain - Terrassa - Portrait of Isabel Maria Gil P\u00e9rez, 62. Isabel Maria Gil P\u00e9rez sits in her living room in the city centre of Terrassa, its shutters half-closed to protect it from the scorching midday sun. In dim light, her melancholic hazelnut eyes look at a small, faded photo showing a 20-year-old woman and her newborn baby. \u201cThis is the only souvenir I have of my son Raul\u201d, she explains, carefully holding the picture between her fingers. \u201cWithout it, what happened would have only been a nightmare\u201d.","deleted_at":null,"image":{"id":325666,"filename":"\/users\/21459\/grant-submissions\/18688\/pz09xd7c73fe90b1.jpg","created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25"},"story_block":null}],"cover_block_image":{"id":205348,"grant_submission_id":18688,"story_block_id":null,"image_id":325654,"position":-1,"created_at":"2019-10-07 13:10:25","updated_at":"2019-10-07 13:24:44","caption":"Spain - Santa Susanna - Portrait of Clara Alfonsa Reinoso, 47. Clara Alfonsa Reinoso had just turned 15 when, on the 18th of June 1987, she gave birth to what she was told was a baby boy at the Institut Dexeus, a top-notch private clinic in Barcelona. The girl came from a troubled family - her mother was a prostitute, her father a heavy-drinker and violent man - and the local Juvenile Court had just taken legal custody of her and her 9 siblings. Reinoso had spent the previous weeks in a shelter for vulnerable pregnant women, where she had been brought to by a woman who had identified herself as a social worker. On the day of the delivery, the young mothers left the shelter and was put on a taxi a given two tranquilliser pills. She doesn\u2019t remember entering the clinic and given birth. \u201cI was probably sedated\u201d, she explains. \u201cWhen I woke up afterwards and asked for my baby, a female doctor told me the boy was too small and didn\u2019t make it\u201d. Reinoso never asked to see the corpse. \u201cI believed what the doctor had just told me\u201d, she continues. \u201cShe was holding my hand and wiping away my tears as I couldn\u2019t stop crying\u201d. \r\nOn the 10th of May 2013, she received a phone call from a psychologist from the Government of Catalunya who asked her if, on June 1987, she had given birth to a baby. Reinoso confirmed and told him the boy had died. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t a boy and he didn\u2019t die. Your daughter is alive and she is looking for you\u201d, he replied. Reinoso collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed and dizzy.","caption_raw":"Spain - Santa Susanna - Portrait of Clara Alfonsa Reinoso, 47. Clara Alfonsa Reinoso had just turned 15 when, on the 18th of June 1987, she gave birth to what she was told was a baby boy at the Institut Dexeus, a top-notch private clinic in Barcelona. The girl came from a troubled family - her mother was a prostitute, her father a heavy-drinker and violent man - and the local Juvenile Court had just taken legal custody of her and her 9 siblings. Reinoso had spent the previous weeks in a shelter for vulnerable pregnant women, where she had been brought to by a woman who had identified herself as a social worker. On the day of the delivery, the young mothers left the shelter and was put on a taxi a given two tranquilliser pills. She doesn\u2019t remember entering the clinic and given birth. \u201cI was probably sedated\u201d, she explains. \u201cWhen I woke up afterwards and asked for my baby, a female doctor told me the boy was too small and didn\u2019t make it\u201d. Reinoso never asked to see the corpse. \u201cI believed what the doctor had just told me\u201d, she continues. \u201cShe was holding my hand and wiping away my tears as I couldn\u2019t stop crying\u201d. \r\nOn the 10th of May 2013, she received a phone call from a psychologist from the Government of Catalunya who asked her if, on June 1987, she had given birth to a baby. Reinoso confirmed and told him the boy had died. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t a boy and he didn\u2019t die. Your daughter is alive and she is looking for you\u201d, he replied. 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She was then commissioned by the UN to cover the consequences of war and drought on the local populations in Eritrea and Tajikistan. Since then, Matilde has been focusing her work on human rights issues around the world, especially in war-torn countries. <\/p><p>Her 2002 book Uzbekistan, 10 years after independence, was written in collaboration with Pakistani journalist Ahmed Rashid, one of the major experts of Central Asia and Afghanistan. The book depicts the social frame of Uzbekistan after its independence from the USSR and outlines the future of one of the most powerful countries in Central Asia.<\/p><p>In 2014, Matilde founded the agency Tandem Reportages along with journalist Matteo Fagotto, with the aim to produce independent, in-depth reportage.<\/p><p>Matilde's stories are published regularly on Time, Time Lightbox, The Financial Times, Der Spiegel, The Observer, Die Zeit, NEON, Geo, The Guardian, Vanity Fair, ELLE and GQ, among others.<\/p><p>She has been awarded the IPA, Px3, Lens Culture Award, the Invisible Photographer of Asia, the International Color Award and the San Francisco International Award.<\/p><p>Matilde\u2019s work has been exhibited at The European Parliament in Brussels, The Backlight Festival in Tampere, The Annenberg Space for Photography in Los Angeles, La Feltrinelli in Milan and Rome, Gallery Photographica in San Francisco, Fondazione Pirelli in Milan, 305 Sauraran in Toronto and Al Serkal in Dubai.<\/p><p>Matilde has a M. A. in History and History of the Art at the University of Strasbourg, France. She speaks English, Italian and French.<\/p>","long_bio_raw":"Matilde Gattoni (b. 1974) is an award-winning French-Italian photographer.\n\nMatilde started her career in 2000, covering the second Intifada in Palestine. She was then commissioned by the UN to cover the consequences of war and drought on the local populations in Eritrea and Tajikistan. Since then, Matilde has been focusing her work on human rights issues around the world, especially in war-torn countries. \n\nHer 2002 book Uzbekistan, 10 years after independence, was written in collaboration with Pakistani journalist Ahmed Rashid, one of the major experts of Central Asia and Afghanistan. The book depicts the social frame of Uzbekistan after its independence from the USSR and outlines the future of one of the most powerful countries in Central Asia.\n\nIn 2014, Matilde founded the agency Tandem Reportages along with journalist Matteo Fagotto, with the aim to produce independent, in-depth reportage.\n\nMatilde's stories are published regularly on Time, Time Lightbox, The Financial Times, Der Spiegel, The Observer, Die Zeit, NEON, Geo, The Guardian, Vanity Fair, ELLE and GQ, among others.\n\nShe has been awarded the IPA, Px3, Lens Culture Award, the Invisible Photographer of Asia, the International Color Award and the San Francisco International Award.\n\nMatilde\u2019s work has been exhibited at The European Parliament in Brussels, The Backlight Festival in Tampere, The Annenberg Space for Photography in Los Angeles, La Feltrinelli in Milan and Rome, Gallery Photographica in San Francisco, Fondazione Pirelli in Milan, 305 Sauraran in Toronto and Al Serkal in Dubai.\n\nMatilde has a M. 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