"I was not born, but I have heard from others who lived then ... "So begins his story grandfather, who takes hold of his extensive archive rote again. " What happened to Rosario the "Papaija" has no name. We should be ashamed of the people we allow this outrage ... You see .., ran the early years of last century ... "
Inn On the street, the woman lived with her second husband. Years before widowed, staying alone with two small children. In these circumstances, in those years, a husband was almost indispensable. She found him and remarried.
When he was born her third child, the couple lived with hardships, but fighting every day. At least his house belonged to them, because Rosario had inherited from their parents. Arrived
payments of contributions and taxes, which should take them, remained unpaid for two consecutive years. For this reason began a process of expropriation and went on sale the house, appearing on the tablet of the court.
Your own rose neighbor across the property by paying the stipulated fair price.
As they had nowhere to go, followed in his house but no longer theirs.
Very close to Christmas, in the depths of the nascent days winter, the Civil Guard was present in that house with an order of eviction. Rosario had left early to wash clothes and diapers to the laundry room of the Fountain of Albar, leaving children at home with the door locked, the largest not climb out of eight years and had only small months.
unmoved even the guards arranged to leave the house.
raining outside, with an insistence interminable and monotonous, but the guards did not seem reason to take into consideration. Furniture, clothes and other belongings were placed in the middle of the street. Up a batch of bread, which he kept in the cupboard, also took to the streets. Unfortunately, the home's sleeping boy was no exception. Wet the clothes soaked by rain and the humble wool mattress, no wonder the child cool.
When the mother returned, warned probably flew into a rage and went crazy for the people without finding relief. The child was taken by a neighbor, but he fell ill. And so it was
pneumonia was the smallest of the "Papaija." Of those events
recalls the visual image of those fluffy bread on the table placed in the street. However, the misfortune that resulted in the death of the son of the woman, easily forgot. For it seems a shame that more consideration was given not to jeopardize the prosecution or the coldness of the Civil Guards. Who would dare do it? Neither laws nor allow it shysters. That
Rosario lost his head and disappeared from view of neighbors and relatives, alerted everyone. Then reacted by starting your search. Gone are the days
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to "Papaija" did not appear. The searched everywhere, but they gave her. It seems that the earth had swallowed. "I told the q ue was found, a certain Frasquito Navarro, many years later." Under that carob
dragging ba their rough branches, curled up on the hollow trunk tree, lay dead mother who went mad after the wrongful death of her son.
Few recall and narrate these events. But the moon will always be ugly and shameful in the skin of a people. As I realized who keeps alive the memory, some authority came to say ... "That this never happens again" This seems to have been ... until now.
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