Coming to quarantine, you are able to find the courage to look back and remember those who have marked your life, for better and for worse. The College is one of those places where a large part of them, especially because they come to you at that stage of development, concerns, doubts and fears that makes up much of the certainty that you will later; models (and sometimes, regardless, molds) an important part of who you are.
I had the good fortune to live this stage in the College of Our Lady Saint Mary, in Madrid. Experience (model, not print) my parents gave me a permanent basis and personal financial sacrifice for 12 years, from 1 to COU of EGB.
But today, I write to talk about the College, neither of my parents. I write to discuss Elvira Santos, whose death has beaten me today. It has been several years of our last meeting, at the wedding of Angelina and Victor, and many more since I left school back in 1989. However, Elvira has been present throughout all these years in many conversations with my friends, my family, my love and yes, my tenant, which she could understand better than anyone at that time. Elvira
Santos. Romeo called me as a joke years later shared with me when I told the joke was his daughter and her friends ... It made me love reading even taught me how to find a sip of life in every line of a good book, look forward with sincerity and cleaning and never, never, never gave me a reason to lie.
There was not one class that caught my eye, the perfect exercise his office of Master, giving us with enthusiasm how much he enjoyed sharing their time and effort with us. Exuded a sense of humor and sprinkled with fine irony our mistakes, getting motivated to move forward. Also the corridors, filled with the clatter of her heels. Along with Pamen
taught us how good he can become teamwork throughout that year of lectures they gave us in COU, Language and text commentary. What great teachers have been forming, the two, if they had not decided to focus on us, we were not aware then that the fate visited us every day, dressed in these discussions that could fill an hour of class, teaching without we knew it to analyze, evaluate, weigh and decide. By then, we went to class so happy because "we had done nothing", one day I understood it, and I told him after a kind of comment about 'The truth about the case Savolta' by Eduardo Mendoza "Elvira," I said in any class I have to think as much as yours ... "Elvira and Pamen looked, laughed, and Elvira, fixing electrical and me, those sparkling eyes, staring straight ahead, and serious, he replied with a new lesson: " Romeo, if you noticed, apply the story: paranomasia ."
All those who remember today the passion with which he spoke of a good book, a good piece of music, beautiful scenery, you know that in reality, it is gone. Still with us, beside us, laughing with joy every Once one of us opens a book and is dedicated to sip a bit of life in every line. Or when, as I now shed tears to celebrate that Elvira is here, as always, looking over my shoulder as I write these lines I remember, and I 'applied the story. " Thanks Elvira. a big kiss.
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