One of my personal heroes tells the story of his life in a fascinatingly ordinary way.

I read "My Last Sigh" for the first time in 1998 when it was published in Bulgaria. I remember how pleasantly surprised I was. As a cinema student who was aware how inaccessible Buñuel's movies could be, I expected something hard to read. But pretty soon I realized I couldn't have been more wrong. It's one of those biographies which feel like they were written not for the public but for the author himself. It's a story of self exploration, of contemplation, and closure. The unpretentious and simple style in which it was written makes you forget about the famous author and focus on what matters most -- his journey through space and time.