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Founded in 2005, NOPHOTO is a contemporary photography collective that aims to make UNCONVENTIONAL individual and collective projects viable.

The collective is characterized by its open content, an interdisciplinary thread in its forms, the use of multiple supports such as the web and digital projections when distributing projects, and the personal involvement of its members during the creative and production process.

NOPHOTO takes negation as its starting point. NOPHOTO is not an agency of photographers, but an ATTITUDE. A way of seeing. A revolution. A ‘NO’ (where there’s never enough).

This aesthetic attitude makes NOPHOTO not renounce any kind of creation or exhibition. Works by the collective offer an experienced view of the everyday, which always leads to the extraordinary. This process is the result of group reflection and interaction among alternative creative processes.

“It’s not that we like to take the opposing view; it’s that we enjoy walking slowly, clumsily, observing minute differences between things, discovering their rhythms. Trying to describe an object, turn it on its head, comb its surroundings and cover the entire perimeter. Asking ourselves what it’s made of and what role it plays in the story. Demanding of ourselves that we wear the subject out and still haven’t said anything. Demanding of ourselves that we look closely and yet haven’t resolved anything. Not to illustrate, define or take photographs. We like to unphotograph things and unname them.”

NOPHOTO was awarded the Revelación Award 2006 by the PHotoEspaña International Festival of Photography and Visual Arts.

Cercanías
  1. Project
  1. “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
    “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
  2. “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
    “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
  3. “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
    “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
  4. “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
    “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
  5. “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
    “But Traveler could not sleep, after one or two attempts, nightmare was still around and at the end he sat on the bed and switched on the light.” Rayuela, Julio Cortazar. If this had happened in Alcalá de Henares on the morning of March 11, 2004, some hours before the terrorist attacks, maybe then the script would have been: 1. Traveler lifts the blind. 2. He looks out. City is motionless, asleep. 3. It is almost half past four in the morning. 4. He thinks of going down to street and walking the neighbourhood. 5. Outside he feels cold on his face. 6. He hesitates where to go. 7. He walks to the city centre. 8. Silence and emptiness in Alcala. 9. Down blinds and parked cars waiting for the first ones to go out. 10. He goes by the train station; it is closed. 11. Two hours later, I should be here to get on a train. 12. I would better go back home and sleep for a while.
  6. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  7. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  8. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  9. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  10. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  11. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  12. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  13. “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
    “Workers...”, I listened to tv news, “...at this time this trainline is full of workers, many of them are inmigrants, some of them illegal workers...”. I wanted to see them, perhaps without taking photos, but I was sure about what I was looking for: their faces while they were waiting the train, their hands holding a cigarette, their eyes through the window… After 11-M , every morning, they go to work as before that black dawn. “At this time a lot of people sleep while they are travelling...”, it was said on tv news. My first idea was taking photos while they were sleeping, but I change my mind…What I really wanted was catching that magical moment between wakefulness and dream, these seconds when you open and close your eyes and forget completely what you have seen…just people like you sleeping, morning faces and electrical landscapes…
  14. After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
    After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
  15. After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
    After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
  16. After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
    After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
  17. After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
    After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
  18. After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
    After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
  19. After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
    After the al Qaeda terrorist attacks of 11th March 2004 (11-M) which killed 191 people, it toke place a collective scream of pain, at the time that a deep silence could almost be bitten at the sites of the bombs
  28. Shadows of Ourselves
    Shadows of Ourselves
  29. Shadows of Ourselves
    Shadows of Ourselves
  30. Shadows of Ourselves
    Shadows of Ourselves
  31. Shadows of Ourselves
    Shadows of Ourselves
  32. Shadows of Ourselves
    Shadows of Ourselves
  33. Shadows of Ourselves
    Shadows of Ourselves
  34. Handwritten Notes
    Handwritten Notes
  35. Handwritten Notes
    Handwritten Notes
  36. Handwritten Notes
    Handwritten Notes
  37. Handwritten Notes
    Handwritten Notes
  38. Handwritten Notes
    Handwritten Notes
  39. Handwritten Notes
    Handwritten Notes
  40. Guillermo Monfort Juárez
    Guillermo Monfort Juárez
  41. Juan Carlos Arroyo Portero
    Juan Carlos Arroyo Portero
  42. Miguel Ángel Jorquera Moya
    Miguel Ángel Jorquera Moya
  43. Nicolás Lecocq Lemasson
    Nicolás Lecocq Lemasson
  44. Rosalía Bautista Madrid & Verónica Regueiro Huertos
    Rosalía Bautista Madrid & Verónica Regueiro Huertos

At 7:39AM on March 11, 2004, three commuter trains departing from Alcalá de Henares were bombed en route to Madrid, and a fourth exploded by mistake at 7:36AM. One hundred ninety-one people were assassinated and 1,500 wounded in what constituted the largest terrorist attack in the history of Europe. The city awoke in the worst manner possible and remained gray for several days. No one understood anything, and there was an indefinable silence in the streets. That morning people called to check on each other and from that afternoon on, Atocha Station turned into a secular temple where Madrid would go to cry and see others cry.

NOPHOTO takes the events that befell March 11, 2004, as a point of departure for its collective project Cercanías (After 11-M) on the commuter trains that Madrid residents take to go to work. By inviting the photographers to approach to these events with complete freedom, the project constitutes a creative process in the first person.

Sombras de nosotros mismos (Shadows of Ourselves) de Juan Santos, En silencio (In Silence) by Matías Costa, Todos muertos (All Dead) by Paco Gómez, Notas manuscritas (Handwritten Notes) by Eva Sala, 11.3.04 by Carlos Sanva, Duermenadie (Noonesleeps) by Jorquera and Negro alba (Black Dawn) by Juan Valbuena.

The end result of the project is compiled in a video called C-2 in which Jonás Bel offers an in-depth look at the photographers’ creative processes, serving as the narrative thread that binds this collective creation together.

  1. EL ÚLTIMO VERANO

    Vídeo

  2. Pachadi Nepal Project

    Nepalgunj

  3. Pachadi Nepal Project

    Namobuddha

  4. Vote for NOPHOTO

  5. Image Kamikazes

  6. Muta Matadero

  7. The alfa-SATURIO Experiment

  8. A New World is Coming

  9. Retando a la suerte

    Thirteen curators, thirteen exhibitions and one collective

  10. We are a Cycling Team

  11. 20 Ways of Setting Up an Exhibition

  12. El último verano

  13. Vegaviana Memoria Colonizada

  14. Enfocadas

  15. Nocontainer
  1. We are a Collective of Photographers
    1. NOPHOTO
    2. NOPHOTOVOZ
    3. Jonás Bel
    4. Paco Gómez
    5. Jorquera
    6. Carlos Luján
    7. Juan Millás
    8. Eduardo Nave
    9. Eva Sala
    10. Juan Santos
    11. Carlos Sanva
    12. Rafael Trapiello
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