last month has died in silence, as not wanting to bother anyone. His friends, we learned two weeks later, almost by accident. March 28 in Gijon, we went (Pardo, M ª Jesús, Juan Luis, Velino, Susan and I) at a Mass in his memory. We gave our condolences to his widow and spent the bitter pill to swallow as best we could. They were great people, not more (which is something in this troubled and turbulent times), and belonged to a select group of Anchor Club. In this photo taken in one of those foods that organized annually is between Violet and Gelu Solis.
Rest in peace, Kike, and you know that when a friend leaves, is an empty space (and I do not mean to say). The least, therefore, to dedicate a final-penultimate perhaps, who knows, I remember on this blog in which they bore witness to our annual meetings. Farewell.
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