Orson, Me, and Our Hilltop Captor

White Villages encroaching the old city

By Sue Maccia
A story I wrote begins with a quote from the late Hollywood actor and filmmaker, Orson Welles. It goes something like, “A man does not belong to the place where he is born but to the place where he chooses to die,” or something like that. A couple of versions exist, as there are differing accounts of the actor’s burial. One is on the family farm of renowned Spanish matador, Antonio Ordonez in Ronda, Spain. The other has Welles’ ashes scattered in Ronda’s Plaza de Toros—ostensibly the oldest bullring in Spain. 
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