Mw2 Patchrussian English

A real story, like life (and death) itself. Sheets

The last will of the patriarch was clear:
"May their ashes be scattered in the Bay of Cadiz from the Carranza bridge."

In principle did not seem too complicated for distance close to Seville, yet only one of the children was the only one who offered to fulfill the wish of the deceased. So that the next morning took the urn, and his wife, headed for the nearby town. Arriving there

stopped the car at the top of the bridge, got out and prepared to make the farewell ceremony, when suddenly everything started to go wrong.
The jar did not want to open, and the PA of the bridge began to call attention:

"It is forbidden to stop on the bridge, do the favor of continuing the march."
was

clear that the nerves of the time, sweaty hands, and the pressure of that roared through the speakers, it was best to abandon the attempt.

was a failed attempt, but the wayward son was not going to give in to the first.

Whether the bridge, parked the car and tried again to open the metal cover that they resisted. But it was impossible to give in, would have vacuum heat, or would have stuck with some residue, or who knows!

course could not lose your temper, and thought a solution: find a hardware store in Cadiz, buy a good punch, and bore with him the cover to shoot the ashes included with urn, with the idea that sank in the sea water to fill the holes.

Doing drills was physically easy, but the woman did not but say,

"is to see you, stabbing your father after he died."

And they both started laughing, with that nervous laugh that ends in tears, closer to sadness than anything else in such circumstances.

already with that "salt" giant set to be released, returned to the bridge, this time from below, where there was no stopping the car. Both said some parting words before throwing into the sea as far as possible, and stayed to see how it disappeared.
But that would not sink, bobbing and nodding like a strange float and strainer gaps craftsman who kept looking at the sky without letting the water out, as she turned away and walked away with the rolling waves
Bailon ...

"My father! That is beyond me! Mari sink Help me! "

A clean stone. That was the last goodbye before leaving it appear floating in the Americas, where his last wish was to rest in the Bay of Cadiz.
I met, yes sir.