The mayor and the bishop
Jun19

The mayor and the bishop

The mayor of my city belongs to a far left party , so this year, just a few days before the roman Catholic feast of Corpus Christi, announced that he would not allow that the music band of the city would take part of the multitudinous procession which comes out from the cathedral thru the streets of the old quarter every year. The band always had been taken part, as it is a tradition. The bishop was worried because in such a short...

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blossom and the crazy street band
Jun17

blossom and the crazy street band

These days it’s so hot, that all our plants which had been gloriously blossoming in our patio only a week ago, are now dying dehydrated. We are watering them carefully every day and some are surviving but the weather is too hard for most of them. And they are exposed to the sun all day. No help for that. We are having an advanced summer time. Streets are full of people. My neighbourhood has plenty of life as ever. Kids are...

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“el infiernito”
Jun12

“el infiernito”

Close to my house, in the old quarter of Pamplona, there is a little electric guitars’ shop called “el infiernito” (“the little hell”). When a more or less known rocker comes to buy a new guitar or fix an old one, and he or she’s in the mood, they bring out the drums and two or three guitars and begin to sing with their friends and the owners of the shop in a very loud volume. People stop in their...

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Digging his own grave
May26

Digging his own grave

In 1943, my father was taken prisoner by the communist guerrillas in Croatia only because he was traveling in a passenger train which they attacked with a bomb to take hostages. He was a journalist in an independent weekly. When he was identified by the guerrillas, its chiefs decided to condemn him to death without judgment nor possibility of defence. He dug his own grave with another 18 men also sentenced the same way. When he was...

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The descend of the red kite
May20

The descend of the red kite

I took a walk this morning with my camera ready just in case something would pop up when I spotted a pretty large bird flying high in circles above the roofs of the old quarter. Suddenly it made a sharp descend and disappeared from my view. I waited, and there it was  again ascending with its prey grabbed with its talons. It was a red kite (Milvus milvus)...

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