Marià was married for over 20 years and had two daughters. He lost contact with them when he decided to “come out” and divorce. When I was photographic his everyday life, his economic situation was quite difficult. After the divorce he maintained some personal things that were remainding him about past, good level life.

He lived alone, taking care of everything and doing all the housework. Sometimes voluntiers from the Red Cross were helping him by bringing food or accompanying him to a doctor. He never wanted to go to a nursing home. He was afraid people would treat him without respect because of his orientation.

Maria died few months after I had published this photo-reportage. Shortly before, when I asked him why he agreed to tell me his story, he said: One day I’ll be gone, but my voice will remain.