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Pillar Day of 1988 we had several things to celebrate. For one thing, just a year ago we had known, that door of Burger King by Diego de León. On the other hand, much like his mother Pilar as they were called, and it was customary to celebrate such an important day with a meal. Since that year, sparing no one, we have maintained the custom of eating with Pilar's parents, sometimes somewhere above, and often in a particular place, the seafood restaurant Sanchez Ferrero, sometimes in Alcobendas and others in Canillas.

Except when we ate somewhere different, or when such an important date travel catches us, to coincide with a bridge above (in which case we managed to always travel with my in-laws), the custom was always the same in that Seafood: A trs Arrocito for people, a seafood house, and a couple of bottles of white wine, which were of death. While my father and I escanciábamos glasses, my mother and put us to Pariri Pilar, and told us with that critical eye over both awareness leads us to the occasional drunk, we had had enough. Once Sergio was already beginning to be greater, and even like the film, also repeated that day a custom which has also remained unchanged for many years: IMAX assistance Méndez Alvaro, with circular display astronomical dimensions and glasses to see films in three dimensions. On more than one occasion, and thanks to the speed and movie images that were projected onto the superscreens, we sense how Arrocito and danced a sardana seafood inside our stomachs. The feeling of watching a movie camera in place for a good while in the first bogie of a roller coaster ride is harder than real roller-coaster.

remember with particular fondness two days mentioned in our day of Pilar. One was barely five years ago or so. We finished eating at our favorite seafood restaurant, and decided not to go to IMAX, but the Caixa museum, located more or less near the restaurant. My father Pepe and I were walking our usual dot produced by the two bottles of wine that we had gotten under his belt. Our respective goose commented on how our appearance, we were doing and saying silly things, and Sergio, with eight or nine years Just turned, laughed like a saint from his father and grandfather, both affected by the damn alcohol. We were, walked about halfway to our destination, when the sky, which until then had worn a majestic blue and clear tone, suddenly began to darken, so badly that within a few seconds began to fall an impressive downpour. So we were convinced that we would make a gorgeous day that we had not even taken the precaution to get you an umbrella, just in case. The rain, torrential and with an impressive force, they completely destroyed the hairstyle to the two women, who had been hopeful to the hairdresser the day before. Pepe and I were completely stalled costumes that day we decided to sit down, without really knowing why, because we had always been casual. More or less fixed, but the sport after all.

I think I've ever seen so much water down a street like that ominous day. Pe3pe and I cleared all of a sudden, we forget our mild cogorza, and started a mad rush, grabbing Sergio half on wings, to search for some place to shelter. As expected, we had new shoes, with which the simple act of running became torture for all our feet. The open water way to the floor, where there was a splash more and more pronounced. To all this must be added that Sergio, despite the rain, it was literally peeing laughter that came to see his pathetic family flooded head to toe. Fate had willed that we walked down a street shops not only without, but not even with an eave or a tree savior. We had to run a long way to reach the porch of a school, where they make landfall for a count of destruction and casualties on our clothing. Women emitted "uuuuuuuu ..." of disgust and dismay, my father and I take off your socks and try to squeeze a bit dry, and Sergio good, thanks to the efforts of his grandfather and mine was the most graceful had gone out of downpour, laughing nonstop. That we are not the least daunted. After parts in a way we look, and once the damn cloud passed over, yes, we resume our journey to Cosmocaixa, where we spent a most enjoyable afternoon snoring admirably in the planetarium.

On another occasion, when Sergio had just one or two years, we took my in-laws to "inn", a magnificent Catalan restaurant located in Principe de Vergara, nowadays already closed, Pilar and I had discovered when we were dating. An elegant, sophisticated, and not too expensive, we had booked the table for five with one week in advance. We arrived at the restaurant

the edge of the two and four, the time that we had booked. On the way from home to the place of the celebration, which lasted only fifteen minutes, Sergio had taken to sleeping in the car. That I flake a bit, because Sergio awakenings were always violent, but in the end, did not give too much importance. When we parked the car, we got the chair because Sergio woke up without too eager to go, although I did, and as an adult. Enter "La Fonda", and from the door, a friendly maitre, scrupulously dressed, accompanied us up the table we had reserved. Sergio dozing. It sounded a soft background music, local temperature was ideal, not hear a fly by the guests ... The exclusive place impressed my in-laws, who knew him. The waiter took four cards away chairs, ladies and kindly asked us to sit. At that time, Sergio became literally a human geyser, which used to happen when he fell asleep in the car, as I mentioned earlier. I've never seen a puke (well, yes, on another occasion that it will appear these pages) the caliber of the Pillar that day my son poured over their closest relatives, on a friendly maitre Catalan, and especially a hand-embroidered tablecloth. Was incredible. My mother cried a "oooo ..." of terror when the bottle that had swallowed the creature in mid-morning, took it upon himself to go to see the world. We were all stone, including the maitre d 'and, of course, guests who quenched his talks to observe the phenomenon. The good man tried to convince us to stay, that nothing happened, they changed the tablecloth and ready, but while saying this, I sniffed the stench of sour milk was beginning to emanate from my previously immaculate suit, and Pilar made me nod and told me to get out of there shotguns. I made up the excuse that we had to take the child to the emergency room because that puke was not normal, and left the restaurant, corridos, embarrassed, and hungry as hell. As we returned home by car (obviously could not go anywhere else), we entered the laughter, the giggles that you feel in the most pathetic. So Sergio's bastard Descojonado, as if he understood perfectly that he had bundled siding.
Needless to say, never returned to "La Fonda", either alone Pilar and I did not, of course, family. Every time we propose what we think it would have been very embarrassing to have that poor waiter greeted us by saying "Good morning. Have you recovered since our little human geyser? "

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Let a small indent in this kind of vital reminder that I'm sharing with you. As ye shall have realized who read this blog, most entries are preceded by a photo of Pilar. I try to keep a timeline on them. So far they have gone as we met at first, an image that has nothing to do with maturity, or the time when we got married, or the time when our son was born Sergio. Pilar has remained forever young, with a smoothness on the skin that was the envy of family and friends, and while in these initial pictures looked like a grown woman (as was, on the other side), as was ripening was getting more beautiful as you can see in the future, if not before you are bored, and have neglected to read these pages as mine as yours.

The choice of cover photographs of the items I had assumed from the beginning a small quebradero head, and I explained the reason: after the death of Pilar, and once I decided to embark on this adventure, the first thing I did was try to sort memories, represented by photographs and small newspapers that we conducted of our trips , embodied in two or three pages, typed, machine spare time in which Pilar enjoyed at work, or hand-scrawled in various books that have been making relentless yellowed by time that has elapsed since they were written. Searching and rummaging through the house, I discovered with some surprise and disappointment enough, it actually kept quite a few photographs of that era. Found several batches of slides belonging to a period between 1988 and 1989, which gave me for using this imaging system. The slides, projected on a screen or wall, were spectacular, but of course, move them to digital format was a small nuisance, or so I thought until I found a scanner in the company where I work, which facilitated this work. Much of the photographs that have appeared so far obtained from these slides, and will appear as we proceed further.

Another source of information and remember are just three or four albums of photographs, those with adhesive sheets with a clear plastic sheet that covered the whole once the work of arranging the photographs on the leaves. In this way I managed also to scan, a lot of images that no longer remembered.

However, after rummaging documents and photographs, he missed quite a few moments that we spent together, not just travel, but hiking, and even the odd meeting with friends or relatives. As you can imagine, you do not remember all the times when photographs were made of a particular event, but is able to remember certain events in those who did it was safe that had been shot photography and I was missing quite a few of those moments. For concretaros a bit more this point, I was unable to find the photos you did in Lanzarote, possibly our first trip together, which we threw at least the picture I have framed in my room, which appeared in one of the first items of this blog.

can say that at that time, aware that documents were missing graphics, suffered a "mild anxiety", and I decided to embark on a relentless pursuit, in an attempt to reinforce that we all have limited memory, and therefore we can help to mitigate the sadness that has meant the loss of the beloved. You might think it a lie, but I managed, with that technique, blurring my mind the image of Pilar in the last months of the disease, and preserve intact the image of vitality that has always had. In that spirit, I inquired at the huge amount of albums that has my father, and surprised to find pictures that did not even know existed, or who took it for long since forgotten. My sister Laura, sometimes great supporter of this blog thanks to his good memory, I also gave a lot of pictures, belonging to the times when we were out together the four, Pilar, my sister, my brother Javier and me.

After this collection, with corresponding prey for family houses, I was yet with the feeling that he had recovered some part, but I was still the most important piece of the pie. It was hard to believe that all those memories were not hidden somewhere, and got virtually the house upside down trying to find them. There was something I did not add up. It was hard to fathom Pilar, who was so methodical and orderly, would not have controlled the situation. It may cost you understand, because you have not had the great fortune to live with it, but for me it was clear that something was wrong, it could not be. Finally I resigned myself to the bulk photographs must be somewhere in the house of Albalate, and with that idea Mentalic me that look and next summer. That is, I began to forget the matter.

Last Monday, a cleaner at the top of a locker room Sergio, appeared a plastic box of considerable size, hidden in a corner that is not visible from ground level. You can already imagine what it contained the above box. Several hundred photographs on paper, of all ages and all sizes, loose ones and are grouped with others of the same date, bound other small yellow album, of which gift when revelabas a reel in a photo lab, tucked in their respective envelopes other, with their negative and all ...

I started looking at photographs, with rapidly beating heart to discover new travel situations and forgotten corners that already believed. What had hitherto done as an activity in a way dosed, seeing the photographs slowly over the last three months, became suddenly on Monday in a blizzard of images in a visual binge. That, as it could be otherwise ended up as the string of dawn. After being looked for nearly an hour, an endless number of photographs that wasted Pilar vitality and joy in every pore of his skin, I ended up as the protagonist of "Cinema Paradiso", ie free teardrop crying. There were the trip to Lanzarote, the trip to Paris with my sister and my brother, excursions to the outskirts of Madrid, Albalate corners, Pilar hugging me, smiling that mischievous Pilar glad that both used for posing, having fun with Pilar Burgos's cousins, parents of Ramon y Cajal ...

hard to see the images of a loved one when we left, I assure you, but also greatly gratifying. This is when you start to make you truly aware of everything that deserves to have lived grief, a moment of happiness as reflected in a particular image, makes up for any sadness that we can present. I've never been so present Bourdakian phrase that heads this blog, as I discovered when the flood of happy moments. As you rightly said a colleague who is currently going through tough times with her husband's health, life is not a party, but I matizaría that for a long time, as it were.

When I told my mother that had appeared the photos, was not surprised at all. "I knew it would be stored somewhere. Pilar left him all tied up and securely tied. "

It's true.

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Things were not going too well at work. Wearing too many restoration and rehabilitation, and workers we hired, at a very cheap price, were not precisely those that could be left alone by a slash. I felt very depressed. Different customers telephoned the company, the company I locate my search through a phone I was forced to wherever I was (an archaic looking, emitting a beep, no message or anything resembling it. When the whistle sounded had to call. is so old and so simple).
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looking, pressure, and the mother who gave birth to this office building, I was nervous for most of the week. Earned more than twice, but I compensated in any way. It was one of the first occasions in which I concluded that it is more important to be at ease to win big bucks. Pilar and I ahorrábamos enough, and that as a matter of hours and situations of our businesses, we do not see every day, as before. We began, despite not even take a year together, to talk about our future. The truth is that I did not see too clear. Envisioned that I would be little time in the company.

remember one afternoon in she had a mess of three pairs of noses in one of the renovation. I was pissed, dead tired, and almost no desire to see Pilar. Upon leaving, with the intention of taking the car and go look, I found good Pilar supported by the red Peugeot 205. "Well," I said. What a surprise. " I went with a friend, so I started the introductions for "foo here, here Pilar" I said. Fulanito Pilar shook hands, bowing politely, and she, without saying anything, began to mourn tears. I hugged her, so and so took leave to leave us alone to our ball, and Pilar, between sobs and sobs, she told me had a big quarrel in the advertising agency where she worked, because apparently had to get a campaign out and out, and had to be, or were going to stay, can not remember a couple of days and nights in order to deliver work on time.

The time of happiness of our evenings in Santa Engracia and its environs had passed into history. We had more money (when we were rich and famous, "said Pilar used to remember this period), but also more pressure at work. It was an uncertain age, just out of a crisis that had lasted almost to 86, and precursor of the crisis that lies ahead in the first 90. Everyone stood, there was no problem, and some, as was my case, a couple of companies, one of morning and afternoon, but working conditions were harsh. It was strange to end the day before ten o'clock at night. Office, any office, swarmed to almost suppertime, and when it came time to close the month, people stayed until dawn the next day. It was a different situation that exists now, but we caught the new, so to speak. Pilar was not used to take hours in the advertising company where he worked before moving to this, and I had Just a couple of years lurching into the world again by construction, so neither was used. That famous

later chagrin of Pilar were both quite sad, due to pressure from our respective workplaces, but on the other hand, we are always looking on the bright side of things, helped us realize that we were both more united than ever. Nothing unites more than adversity, and the anger that had been sprayed into Pilar, coupled with the pressure they subjected me to me my boss, joined us as a pineapple. We decided to change jobs, ridden by our own, go and live somewhere else and start from scratch the two together ... Do not remember the endless speculation that we thought we did that night, between drink and drink the juice that we had asked Elkes. I guess that is normal between two people who know that they want, and have a parallel life to the world of yuppie who have assembled to start dating. I suppose too, and I thought that much later, at that time we were beginning to descend from the cloud in which we had ridden, and we started also to share both the joys and sorrows each. I had a strange feeling that night. Pilar has always been strong. Very strong, I would say, in the light of developments and of the troubles we've had from time to time, but this time I was presented with all his frankness, showing no shame, and without giving a damn the presence of my co-worker, a moment of weakness than my eyes, at that time, made a bit more human it already was. We mature in our relationship. We were saved because of the age in which we started out, all the bad vibes and nonsense that you have when you live a relationship from a very early age. We were already full-fledged people, with our failings, our weaknesses, and our job responsibilities, which at that time were many and varied.

That afternoon we were both very clear that we had each other, and from that moment, I was telling Pilar everything related to my work, and everything related to her own. Learned to appreciate and work environment of each, and established that complicity in all aspects of our life together has presided. Belonging to two different worlds (an advertising agency compared to a building is like comparing God with the devil.'s Not forget that construction is a prelude to the crime), deeply respected the role that each of us had in your company. The next day, all vital guess we had become faded into oblivion. Pilar asked the heads of sorry for the blast undeserved became more days to deliver the campaign, and everyone is happy. I had a good day, those in which it seems that everything goes well, so that when we met, we were both happy, and we dedicate ourselves to think of other things are not as momentous as our future. We organized a little Christmas of that year, already close, and look a few windows, looking for gift ideas. The labor and ethical cloud had passed by, at least for now, leaving us in any case with the feeling that we were, the two together, a little stronger than separately.

Cleaning Black Bathtubs

My work circumstances had made it impossible for our trip to Mallorca during the summer of 1988, but thanks to that, we had the opportunity to spend a couple of weeks in Albalate de Zorita, the birthplace of my mother, Pilar .

difficult to describe the feelings that I produced my first visit to Albalate. As a good commuter that era, had traveled very little to a rural area. By then, we can say that there was practically no global hobby rural tourism. Citizens remained in their homes, and some people were riding the same for long-stay. Pilar was very happy to teach the environment where he had spent much of his childhood, especially during the summer months.

first thing that struck me was the arrival at the house of my mother. A two-leaf gate opened into a wide corridor, more than two meters, with tile flooring garbancillo and covered by an arbor impressive. Since there is no home. We must move ten or twelve yards to enter a courtyard, in front of the house itself. The house has two floors, plus the ground floor. It is difficult to get to that house and no one is sitting under the front porch, in a frame surrounded by roses and other plants as professionally care Pepe, my father. Or the shadow of a medlar bearing fruit as the most, in a wicker chair half-circle of those who invite snoring without any consideration. Typically, those who are sitting most of the time part of the large family of Pilar, silent when they hear the gate of the entrance sign that someone has entered. When the visitor is trustworthy, from the same area of \u200b\u200bthe arbor, but none that are sitting on the porch has seen him yet, announces its arrival to break the silence of those who wait, receive him with affection. Have been countless Friday evenings in summer, in which I have, almost always at the same time, and Sergio Pilar and I waited in the porch, resting it, and Sergio playing with playmobil, their "fillers", as he called them a few unclassifiable toys we bought once, or a toy that was fashionable at that time.

That first time there was a flood of family members who wanted to know, and spent the summer in town. The first I saw was Angel, a brother of Pilar mother, who told me that in the past, there came a stranger who had driven to a village wedding, had to pay "the patent", ie invite a round to all parishioners and relatives of the girl, if you do not want to risk him thrown into the pile. The pylon that turns out to be an ancient Arabic source, next to the road through the village, and has a filling and emptying very curious. In a couple of times Pilar and I had the opportunity to visit inside. The maze of galleries of stone that runs through the interior is really a work of architecture worthy of study.

Albalate is located in the middle region of the Alcarria, in an area that in ancient times, was dominated by a place called Zorita of dogs, and today is the smallest town in the area. Zorita nuclear power plant, the first in Spain. It is situated right beside the Tagus River, in one of the more width of the waterway. From the Chateau de Zorita, in utter ruin, you can see spectacular scenery, with the Tagus at your feet, and Recópolis, a Visigoth settlement that, at that time was not yet visited. Pilar was delighted, explaining each of the places we visited, its history and, above all, the traditions of her childhood that were linked to him. I learned so, small. Made excursions from time to time, to leg, the source of San Antonio, near Almonacid de Zorita, the neighboring town to Albalate. They also organized excursions to the dam Bolarque, an environment that is also an important piece of engineering, the birth of what is Tajo-Segura. Cuesta assimilate, when viewed for the first time, that the two giant metal tubes located at the foot of the mountain can be pumped out the water, which reaches the swamp of Bujeda, situated at a height above the marsh Bolarque so that from there you enter a channel that reaches the same Murcia.

spent unforgettable days in Albalate. I met a great number of primes of Pilar, and their relatives, and visited almost every corner of the county. I also discovered the silence of the night for the first time in my life. Until then, he had been unable, as a good commuter that was, to circumvent the night whispering when no noise, great city. In Albalate got it. A silence that could chew. I tried several beds, located in the upper area. My first nap in a room which had warned me it was hot, proved disastrous, when I woke up soaked in sweat. Finally I decided on a bed just above the room of my in-laws. Logically, it has not yet been seen, and we choose Pilar and I, who sleep in the same room with my girlfriend for less than a year. I did not mind at all. That bed was, and still even today, an oasis of transcendental meditation. I remember not so long and so deeply asleep anywhere else. Some sometimes exceeded and that first time, I got up at one o'clock for lunch, threw me after a nap, I woke up at dinner time and went back to bed until the next day. As if I'd bitten by a tsetse fly.

Pilar was at home in the village. Everyone loved her dearly, and our trips to the supermarket, the post of churros, or newsstand, became endless, as it stopped every few steps to say hello and introduce myself. A Albalate Crashing to buy, especially in summer, the inhabitants of the New Sierra de Madrid, apparently the urbanization of Europe's largest houses, and one of the oldest. For the "Mar de Castilla" is also referred to a place invaded by pine trees, granite and water from two reservoirs that bathe.

Albalate was a very important part of our relationship. Even though Madrid was (and thanks to that fact I got rid of paying the patent called me Angel), Pilar had deep roots in that place. His childhood and adolescence had been marked by their outputs to the peoples of the area for summer parties, for their first (and only) bike and his friends, cousins, and especially his cousins, with whom shared a room on many occasions, his family and all that environment of serenity and peace that it was impossible to find in Madrid. Of that first contact was a movie shot with a huge Sony, which I think is lost in the abyss of the different moves. At the same we saw trotting down the Noguerón Pilar, their cousins \u200b\u200band me on top of the castle Zorita, in front of the cemetery and other landmarks. It is very likely that someday appear, do not rule.

Albalate arise many times in this page. Much of our life together was spent in that place.