The non-political youthful organizations

Sitúense before the 34 in Oviedo. M father by those dates, was pediatra official of the Maternity, a good day said to me: Manolín, you cannot follow with as much cold and as much to need class... will be explorer... The seat of the institution was located in an enormous and dismal cellar, but that soon filled of joy and febrile work, partitions of ocumen that they did not arrive at the ceiling separated the different cockpits from the patrols soon I was named guide of the patrol Leopard.

We had our pennants, photographies, et cetera, nailed with thumbtacks hour framed by rustic woods, that gave artisan flavor him and that interpreted now to far from the years... did not have of having a duro... As it guides, they entrusted me that she made a hymn, thing that naturally I passed the ball to him to my father; memory which I entered its office, crowded of books until the ceiling, took off the " quevedos " - they are eyeglasses which they subject only in the nose -, raised the head, nail its penetrating eyes in mine and me espetó " Goes embolado that you bring son at this moment to me... ". Excited, I presented/displayed the song improvised to my patrol crafts, more or less was thus: The glorious Leopard, by hills always goes... raises, raises that it raises to you... without watching back never... What is that you they had made something better to get out of trouble... That innocent we were and which happy we lived, with summering including in Salinas --- but soon the Revolution of the 34... bullets exploded everywhere whistled books of my father (who was not with us) jumped by airs... we were curled up in the interior, in the cold marble stairs... there by where a day they raised miners and they killed to ancianísimo lawyer and who later commented that everything had been by a previous lawsuit... and that in the revolt took advantage of to descerrajar a pair to him of shots in the head... They got worse the bullets and we happened to the cellar. How much cellar in my life, even there was another one in Valladolid, with the famous war of the National Rise of the 36... this time the bombings of the governmental aviaciones made us visit the cellars, that sad but, of cellar in cellar and shot because it touches to me. That cellar in Oviedo seemed a hospital military... the mattresses thrown by the ground, a miner sobbed near my, they had given him while it entered the house vestibule, perhaps from the White House, where was by the way the famous Lángara of soldier, famous power station who said itself broke the stringers and until the meshes of porterías. " Virgin of Covadonga sálvame ", said that mining poor man, that man was agonizing... Suddenly somebody shouted " the regular ones are entering by the Station of the North "... I raised our floor with the barefoot feet stepping on crystals and chips, in spite of the shouts of my mother. " Manolín you do not raise ". I opened cuarterones that was and for the first time I saw the Moors, with its red, blue turbans that seemed enroscadas towels at the top, with enormous trousers of color earth, where it said that they took kept the clocks and jewels that pillaban, because apparently they had white letter and was booty military

Few days I raised Naranco, in bend of highway found a few tubes without to release, seems to be that they did not know handling... thank heavens, because to me they felt like to me at least that all pointed towards my house... plaster of not being worth for anything, who knows that I took in a boat all the consistent fat that I could for bici... served at least for something.

But I return to my Explorers of Spain. That institution left to one impronta of the plus ecological, good behavior citizen, clean spirit me of fruit that we saw in the sidewalks, cleans that it was quickly retirement, did not have neither old nor blind that we did not help to pass the street. Why ours invicto caudillo would finish with a stroke of the pen with ours loved organization? Perhaps had trasfondo politician, who by my short age did not know to include/understand? But " man " if my father-in-law, apparently were head in Leon of the Explorers, Enrique Lopez Urquiza, grandfathers of whom are today vice-president of the Constitutional Court (been born in Leon) son this one as well of Luis Lopez Anglada (poet insigne, National Prize of Literature)... If Enrique were always of rights of all the life... a man of kindest of the world... - And on this aspect, to me he incites to rebellion to me - like good independent that I am of the contemptuous denominations of red, facist. or izquierdona, derechona... But gentlemen " when we fall of the donkey ". Here more people do not exist, people of good law, efficient workers, enthusiastic, honest... Let us take step to that they are worth of once to the intelligent ones, to the good managers and throw once and for all to the inept ones, the clumsy ones, to the fanatics, but please we do not look for labels. Let us leave all class of youthful organizations and we do not allow that political questions put, so that exists continuity, we leave those we will save much corporal and spiritual health.

Memory with emotion and nostalgia, when we crowded together the Explorers in derredor of the flag, while our heads began to sing. You will be for to be good, better every day... Which we answered with certain emotion and shout pelao... Caress and kisses, of dawns and breezes, like smiles of dawn... (in another passage). Glorious wanted mother country, more than to me life I have of guardarte... more ahead you join the cores... There I learned to make all type of knot in the cords to mount a store, to make an itinerary, we loved the nature and in special the people... When we came from some excursion, it was not rare to listen to the voices of some guajes... Mocosos young explorers... who with the wood faceis of bear... We could have left to by them, with our pigrim's staffs finished in acierated ends... but we smiled and we continued advancing... like in our song, always ahead, without watching back never...