Meetings
Photo and Text: Berta Bernarte
San Fermin becomes a continuous meeting. Of friction and simple looks, comments crossings, fast and winks replica of trips that stretch all day or night, a couple of dances without exchange of names of friends once a year of talks in outlined languages of phone calls announcing the landing of mere acquaintances at home accompanied by a team of volleyball, twinning only separates the inevitable ...
Some have fixed a day for regrouping as the rocks of Swedish or Dutch watered with picnics in the White Horse, on the promenade behind the cathedral walls. Or the Americans who dream of July for hugging at the restaurant El Redín in Market Street. There have, that last year the meeting was full of tears, strong drinks and solemnity. One of the promoters of the group, true lover of parties, which had a long illness succumb, as requested last wish that his ashes will not lack for the appointment and were scattered in the path of closure. A final return.
As you breathe during the San Fermin expectation. An account being stripped back to 14. Because who knows he can bring a greeting.
