I do not remember very well young Francisca, on the other hand I could not forget all those years with José Masachs i Juvé, and his honorable ideas. He was devoted to knowledge, willing to help his friends and living to make more pleasant the life of his people. Nevertheless, fate took him out of my side.
The war broke out and so as my heart. In that time (1935), I needed him as much as a kid needs his father, fortunately, he showed me the path I should take and said a prayer so everything worked out fine. His destiny, though, was already written; he returned to me and to his beloved ones. He came back, however he was not the same. His eyes could not lie, his face gave him away and his smile was mistreated. Our evenings full of memories were back. His memory was flawless. The past visited him quite often; he came back and changed my life. He was full of energy, not a joyful energy; it was a nerve to build something new, to create something. He created a path for me; I joined him in his project. I knew what my presence meant to him ever since. He made my dreams come true, being part of a great project and, at the same time, being part of him. This is how began Cavas Masachs and everything that will represent in my future.
Nevertheless, his hands were not the only ones that touched me, his wife, Josefa Painous, supported me in everything and worried about me. Generosity, kindness and goodness are natural in her. I have asked to myself so many times if her lips can’t say nothing but loving words. If this is true, I would like that most of the people have such a punishment.

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