postrinerías In this week found an old friend in a " espicha " in Oviedo. We remembered old times: laughter, beans, ladies and hard and sad moments. I had not brought to my mind the 11 March 2004 and my friend reminded me. It was one of the people who were there at that time to call me and tell me if it was okay. In these cases one recognizes true friends.
As I said yesterday, rescan a short post today that on March 12, 2004 I went to the website ICOG opinion.
"(03/11/2004) Today, at 7:40, waiting for the commuter train station to Madrid Meco. As always, the same sleepy faces of passengers at that time we normal day to day the same fate and the same faces way of our center work in Alcalá de Henares, Torrejón, Madrid, etc. On this fateful day the train took a little longer than normal, and is not common but not weird. How far we were to imagine that just before or at that moment was going past few seasons. First came the call from my wife saying that a bomb had exploded at Atocha station and at that moment all season to haunt began ringing mobile phones. Then came the train and climbed all the same. New calls from family, now other bombs had exploded in the same line to the one we were on only five or six seasons there. It was not possible to arrive far, in Alcala de Henares train stopped, and we were evicted from it. Between calls from family, colleagues and friends - you all right! Fucking guy I was at this time you're on the train, I went to try to get to Madrid by bus, things do not look good, a string of people we walked to the train station to the bus where we expected a crowd, and more phone calls at that time were 8:30 and and all those who waited for the bus we started to get an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat happened. At 9:00 am calls from my wife and my parents at first were of amazement and fear, terror, panic-the end sought by murderers. I did not get to Madrid, at 10:00 am talking to the Secretary of the College, informing me that the death toll was fifty in Atocha, in a moment, and looking for a transport to take me home, I felt an intense feeling hate, hate towards people who at first had my family mourn, then, hearing the news my hate turned into a deep sorrow for the victims and their families, victims of different races, nationalities, locations-in the C-2 travel English, Romanian, Latin ....-. Today with more intensity than yesterday I wonder who can be on the side of those who perpetrate these atrocities? Who can point the finger at those who kill and who not?
Tomorrow at 7:40 I will take my train, now, this minute, I can only express my solidarity with the families of the victims and donate my blood, which some murderers today have failed to shed. "
Fernando goes for you, and that none of us see it in another one.
Other stories in this blog.
As I said yesterday, rescan a short post today that on March 12, 2004 I went to the website ICOG opinion.
"(03/11/2004) Today, at 7:40, waiting for the commuter train station to Madrid Meco. As always, the same sleepy faces of passengers at that time we normal day to day the same fate and the same faces way of our center work in Alcalá de Henares, Torrejón, Madrid, etc. On this fateful day the train took a little longer than normal, and is not common but not weird. How far we were to imagine that just before or at that moment was going past few seasons. First came the call from my wife saying that a bomb had exploded at Atocha station and at that moment all season to haunt began ringing mobile phones. Then came the train and climbed all the same. New calls from family, now other bombs had exploded in the same line to the one we were on only five or six seasons there. It was not possible to arrive far, in Alcala de Henares train stopped, and we were evicted from it. Between calls from family, colleagues and friends - you all right! Fucking guy I was at this time you're on the train, I went to try to get to Madrid by bus, things do not look good, a string of people we walked to the train station to the bus where we expected a crowd, and more phone calls at that time were 8:30 and and all those who waited for the bus we started to get an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat happened. At 9:00 am calls from my wife and my parents at first were of amazement and fear, terror, panic-the end sought by murderers. I did not get to Madrid, at 10:00 am talking to the Secretary of the College, informing me that the death toll was fifty in Atocha, in a moment, and looking for a transport to take me home, I felt an intense feeling hate, hate towards people who at first had my family mourn, then, hearing the news my hate turned into a deep sorrow for the victims and their families, victims of different races, nationalities, locations-in the C-2 travel English, Romanian, Latin ....-. Today with more intensity than yesterday I wonder who can be on the side of those who perpetrate these atrocities? Who can point the finger at those who kill and who not?
Tomorrow at 7:40 I will take my train, now, this minute, I can only express my solidarity with the families of the victims and donate my blood, which some murderers today have failed to shed. "
Fernando goes for you, and that none of us see it in another one.
Other stories in this blog.
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