Of all the things I’ve been seeing in the this world of the arrangement of the soils, one of the most rewarding things is without a doubt the companionship and what unites us, to them we see otherwise this thingy than ever this so bad to spend money on it, the floor of the House.
I wanted to and had special interest in mentioning one of companions who for many years has marked my evolution in this Guild.
We met as it tends to be normal working, we were young and both were working on the same thing, with the “Fede”, and I with the “Marce”, the thing happened that I, for the demands of the script stopped working for my boss and entered in my place.
Then things were coming as came and I had to throw me into the adventure of being in charge of my own work, and I did not hesitate, I tried to do me with it at all costs… not that it was willing to everything… But he was a great professional and I was aware to feeling valued and rewarded in their work it would be my companion for many years.
Always remember that of times I repeated “Paco, what you do is called restoration, it is not a normal polishing, we can not charge it as a polished” I reminded him that if we were competitive not tilling we lack and indeed he was right, but I also, when we were buffing officers of “Jimesa” (the best factory terraces that have taken place in Andalusia) he smiled and learned things , new techniques, new materials… We opened up a world of possibilities. Even so my role was to be responsible for several jobs, don’t know how, but your mind is extended to that of your coworkers or employees… I’m still thinking companions…
Not I forget the times he tried to me I aficionase on the bike… Once took me to Cerro Gordo from Nerja… uff! still being fairly younger… took me two Maros advantage…
Things were changing and by requirements of the tight script, my life changed, I decided, for reasons various, change form for me life, still going pretty well… and what more it hurt, it was to lose a teammate like John… but at that time it took such a decision or it had not reached much further…
He saw himself obliged to be responsible for its own use… Fortunately and as expected it was great… Advanced and got significant improvements… but things are never simple, and easy for anyone…
One day while I in Motril, where lived doing catering jobs, my sister called me and told me that John had died… He was going to meet a girl or just a vacation earned based on his hard work… and unfortunately everyone lost a great guy that day…
Perhaps not read many here… but every day I turn on the infernal machine motor think of him… in the things that we have suffered, worked and got…
Wherever you are Juan Chaparro Rivas… want to know that which you have known you miss…
“Here, in Rome and Beijing
