I photographed him after putting the chute of heroin in vein. Told me: "I have tattooed to the cock. "And he also told me:"If you photograph my face, I will look for you throughout the city and regret it. I don't want my father to find out where I am or what I am. "
We talked on the floor, next to the train track that runs parallel to the fence of the Montjuïc cemetery. Its history was not very different from that of other drug users from Can Tunis: dissatisfaction, boredom, tiredness, loneliness ... sometimes despair.
But he didn't give up. He told me to surrender was the last thing he planned to do. Because, despite everything, he said, life was interesting and contributed enough reasons to want to continue.
After the interview, I offered him to accompany me in the car and leave him in the city center. He accepted but asked me for a few minutes, before starting the trip, because I had to do an important thing.
He then ran into the cemetery. He reappeared after a while with a handful of plastic roses of various colors. Old and dirty. Told me: "They are for a girlfriend I have. Those inside there are no need and they will be illusion. "He dedicated themselves to grooming them and blowing the dust during the journey to the city center.
After a few months, someone who knew him, told me he had died. His father found him a morning in the sink of the floor they shared. He took an overdose.
Pepe Navarro
Tattoos and heroine
