Women Executed By Garrote

I once had a grandmother that we were forbidden to call Grandma.

never lost a time of a basketball game, a football or a bullfight. In that order.

home never confessed it was the students in basketball and football Barca, because I knew my father was from Madrid. And she loved.

I read El País slowly and quietly, and never commented on any news that was there.

said little, he gave advice and never ever be angry if you were talking too loud: why I'm not deaf!. Although it was.

When we visited he always slept in my room. And I liked it. I remember the crackle of his fleece jacket to leave the chair. I used to wear a scarf on his sleeve and I was amused to see this gesture so quick and natural as blinking.

occasionally surprised us with a direct and very sincere words like: oh, how ugly are you in that dress.

My grandmother to you could not call it never hung out with other ladies of the neighborhood because he said he had only complained and diseases. As for church, he added.

When my brother and I were alone with her let us leave until we wanted. He told us "approach purse, smiled at the 5000 pesetas we knew in advance that we would no more give and added," hala, to have fun. " Never a 'back soon' or 'be careful'.

My cousin spent much time at home and from a very little girl said it was the silence. You could see the pictures, I put the tea on cloth above the knees and that was it. Enjoy the silence and peace that transmitted. The escape from the crowds at home and fights for no reason. Until the time of the time, because as I said, never missed it.

not laugh much, but not crying.

remember one day when he slept next to me and I needed a permit for a school excursion. My parents were working and she was the adult at home. So I woke up and handed him a blue pencil and paper. Lying there he wrote his name. With trembling hand which usually do not write anything. No frills and blue. With some aspect of children's letter. I thought they would suspect I had signed it. It was the first time that tender pity for me and always accompany large glasses or old shoes.

tired one day and died in the chair where he used to see the time, basketball games, the football and a bullfight.

is curious that over the years, much less echo. Be that in times of much background noise for me is vital people like her who have never needed each day what they believed, thought and felt.

Now that the time one takes forever, I remember her and think about how much I have enjoyed.

Suppose that