The fact that Point Break turned 30 yesterday says a lot about how old I am, but it says more about what filled my soul.

Thank God, the writers, producers and director Kathryn Bigelow for bringing that movie into my life.

Coming from Uruguay, with four free-to-air channels, watching surfing was practically impossible. There was an enlightened person, Fernando Berger, who made a programme called Mundo Náutico, on Saturdays at 14:30 p.m. But there could be a regatta, just as there could be water skiing, just as, God willing, there could be surfing.

It was the only thing.

Point Break was the only guaranteed option to watch surfing on rent at a video store, for example. Or, from time to time, when it was shown on TV.

In my case, I recorded it on VHS and watched it on TV and I replayed the surfing scenes over and over again, which in reality weren't that many. And I was hooked on the more romantic, more mystical parts of the film.

I learned pretty much all of my favorite lines, one of them was around a campfire, at a party at Bodhi's house, one of the friends, one of the ex-presidents, would say, in Latin Spanish, "Dude, that thing is rising, you bow to the crest and the world, the world dude is this small and the whole ocean is roaring around you like this is a freight train or something!" and they would interrupt him by throwing beer at him.

And there begins the conversation that ends with the leader of the band being caught, about which wave is the biggest on the planet: "Do you think Bells is bigger than Waimea?", and Bodhi answers: "It will be next year," when the fifty-year storm will take place.

The film has flaws but it has many successes. As a police film, it is excellent.

As a surfing movie it's relatively bad, but for a teenager who ached to watch surfing, it was a blast.

For a teenager who was far from the Californian surfing world and had a couple of magazines, it was a marvel.

The film hit hard here, a friend of mine started surfing at 25 and named his business after it because he saw it in the cinema and fell in love with the activity.

And it is normal to meet people of our generation with whom we share our favorite phrases.

It is a cult film in the world of surfing, I suppose especially in Uruguay, where we are a small town and we were quite isolated from what was happening in the first surfing world.

And whether you like it or not, there are some kook moments like Bodhi surfing in some scenes and in others he is goofy, to give an example. There are a couple of scenes with a strong surfer spirit... Is it a mistake to let the most wanted criminal go so that he can kill himself in the storm of 50 years? But what would most of those reading this note have done?

I am excited to celebrate the 30th anniversary of that film. And I confess one more thing: When the reissue came out a few years ago, I never went to see it. I want to remember the film as it burst into my adolescence and touched my heart forever.