I am Vincent Marti, bartender of a winery in Cabanyal.

I was born in Cabanyal, in Poble Nou de la Mar, and I have lived here my entire life, 83 whole years. Now they say we belong to Valencia. First their young men come from the capital to invade us like they were going on summer vacation to their chalets, and then they annex us as if we were a colony. Here in the town we are humble but honorable, valiant and hard-working: the "bull" fishermen, the farmers in the orchard, and the workers in the factory. Everyone meets at the winery to finish their workday and play truc or xamelo, and those who really have something to spend discuss bullfights or theatre or cabaret shows. I’ve been going my whole life to watch sainetes and zarzuelas, but it seems like they’re going from bad to worse now that they have to compete with that newfangled cinema thing.