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returns home José José Mir Rocafort

On May dawned bright. The group of men who are responsible, as a hobby, to prepare the traditional meal calderada-popular Mardi Gras in the Sort-Riuet rose to House Fassmer to prepare lunch. David Mendoza also went up, the young, for which a garden is the medium on which you can create a work of art. While men pallaresa barretina played with the same cap-Catalan, but in purple instead of red-lighted the fire in which three-rib roast lamb, David stirred dirt and rocks to restart the water source Pep cascade of Mariot fascinated. Albert Salvado arrived early and quickly found its place among the men of the boiler which was accepted on the spot like one more. Louis and the veteran assistant costellades Fassmer house, covered the tables with paper tablecloths and adorned with bottles of wine. Ana and Maria went from one side to another for whatever was needed. They lived the transfer before the big moment of the ceremony, but no nerves. It was the day of great party, anxiously awaited, but calmly.

room in the house Fassmer on the lintel of the fireplace, waiting for the ashes of Joseph forever mixed with those of his mother. The two had returned to his village after many years of absence. Two friends of the family, Juan Ortiz and Mario Sala, Barcelona had brought them the previous day, April 30, entering the town at six o'clock in the afternoon, when the birth of Joseph, a hundred years earlier, and change schedule, time of death also Pilar Rocafort 30 April 1966.

was reaching people, friends, acquaintances of the people, strangers. Josep Colom's taxi was bringing in several trips those who could not make the mile walk that separates the people Fassmer House. Agustin Lopez arrived, the mayor, and Vicenç Mitjana, President of County Council. And finally, Mosen came Toni, the priest, who came to say Mass in another town in the mountains. At 13:30

silent gatherings. Mary, accompanied by Anne, left the house carrying the box to a table placed in front of the source. There, in a small square surrounded by stones between two pine trees that mark its entry, Agustí and Vincenç very brief speeches and Mary could only say "thanks." Everyone got off then to leave the place Mosen. Toni Mosen, clad in white, read some verses from the Gospel of St. John and addressed prayers. For some attendees, the priest represents the Church in which he played Pilar Rocafort with deep faith, a true Christian charity and hope that allowed him to leave the life with the hope of eternal happiness, the Church of which Joseph never wanted to depart and whose blessing he accepted in his last moments. For others, the priest represented the perpetual and universal desire of mortals to transcend the known world and join the supernatural order that the soul senses in an effort to survive the subject. In the arms of Monsignor Toni, extended to heaven, revived the arms of all those who, millennium millennium, has devoted his life to act as intermediaries between gods and mortals. This rite, so indelibly etched in the collective memory, allowed everyone, whatever their beliefs, to live those moments with devotion.

Then came the awaited moment for many years of work and effort. Ana easily climbed the stones that lead to the parterre surrounding the simple memorial to Fassmer. From there her hand to her who saved me, got up in the box under one arm. Mary was going to deposit the urn in the ground when he saw that David had dug a very deep hole and its arms did not reach the final. Ana's arms, longer, it would come. Ana Maria took the urn and handed him gently placed on the ground. He had also been his honor, seventeen years ago, Joseph whisper in his ear the last words he heard before he closed his eyes forever.

Grases
Toni got the most important time in this photograph.

And there were the ashes of Joseph and his mother waiting for the rain to undo the fragile urn cellulose to mingle with their land and live in the roots plants and flowers growing on it.

No transition and Mary went to ask people to do what he liked Joseph best to make friends at home: eat, drink and be merry. Captured all the joy of the moment, the joy of victory. There were cliques, it was the queue to pick up ribs and salad, guests filled the tables, the arbor and the plots. Under the shade of the pine, acacia, hackberry and ash, House Fassmer relived one of those evenings when José, surrounded by his friends, felt the indescribable feeling of seeing his dream realized thanks to their efforts, thanks to power of his will.

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The whole world is suffering from the economic crisis. In these times, it seems worth noting that the events commemorating the centenary of Professor Fassmer represented a negligible cost to taxpayers. Sort
The city paid some posters and announcements of events, accommodations for four people who selflessly participated in the presentation and entertainment, and transportation to Casa Fassmer of people who could not walk up. The District Council agreed to contribute half of these expenses. The council gave, in addition, local theater and tables and chairs that were used to Costello. Sebastià
D'Arbó, Albert Salvado, Magic Fabra and Professor Marin participated in the acts without charge and are only provided accommodation.
The transfer of the ashes, the presentation dinner and lunch at Casa Fassmer run exclusively by us. They were also our flowers we put on the monument, but the industry that began to be alone, soon had the company of other flowers they brought some friends in town and Magic Fabra.

Thank you all.