A raw and brave text that calls things by their name. A 16-year-old boy enters the hospital room where his father is in a coma, surrounded by machines that keep him alive. The boy knows he must say goodbye and that this is the last chance to confess everything he has never told him: his true identity, and the fear and shame he has always felt before this man who is now fading away. I Was a Boy is a book of mourning. The narrator addresses his father and, at the same time, explains to himself everything he kept silent during childhood and adolescence. It is a journey of inquiry through scenes of his life that traces family archaeology: the grandfather’s emigration from Galicia to the Zona Franca neighborhood in the fifties, the SEAT factory, a flat sick with aluminosis, until he comes to understand his identity and his sexuality. A story that names, without beating around the bush, love, hate, class, desire, and fear, and that breaks the chain of a suffocating and oppressive masculinity that links grandfather and father, father and son.