I met my father when I was 36 years old. He appeared in newspapers, on radios, on television.
It was the 40th anniversary of the Landing at Normandy. But who was this man?
Our mother said nothing, once again.
He turned out to be someone worthy of being publicly decorated for his services during World War II.
When I met him, he told me little about his wars, and it was not until he told me about the lives that could not be saved that his eyes filled with tears.
It was a natural encounter, sitting side by side, as if nothing unusual was happening.
We were in Barcelona, at his sister Elena’s house; I recognized in her the eyes of my brother Jorge. The dinner conversation flowed; He told me that I had other brothers, cousins, nieces and nephews and aunts and uncles. I looked like his other sister.
In Madrid he found five more grandchildren, laughter and happiness. He died three years later.
They have written books and many articles about him. They have spoken about him in documentaries, in interviews and in films. He is mentioned on countless Internet pages but until today he did not have one of his own.
I offer this place so that anyone who has curiosity, interest or desire, can find i my father, who with his intelligence, imagination and tenacity, fought and helped to win a world war. He was able to withhold his incredible story for forty years.