La llegada a Irún despues de diez años me impactó. La ciudad (bueno, pueblo) había cambiado desde mi infancia pero no tanto como para no reconocerlo. Eché en falta el famoso "palacio" de mi bisabuelo (que era el millonetis del lugar y fué bombardeado (el palacio, no mi bisabuelo) durante la guerra incivil española) pero que recuerdo de niña ir a las ruinas en cuyos jardines recogía flores para ponerlas en los jarrones de nuestra casa. Salvajes crecían las hortensias, azucenas, rosas, lirios. El palacio ya había desaparecido. Había un bloque de apartamentos.
Tambien me encantó encontrarme con antiguas alumnas y amigas de aquellos años infantiles como mi gran amiga de la infancia, Ana Izura, (y que lo sigue siendo hoy en dia) pintora excelente que era hija de los vinateros del pueblo. Lucha que mantuve con mi madre durante años porque ella no consideraba que Ana fuera "digna" de mi "amistad ". Cuando Ana ha sido y es MUCHO mas merecedora de mi amistad que yo, de la de ella. Ana Izura es una GRAN PINTORA. Tengo un cuadro de ella delante de mi mesa de ordenador. Un maravilloso "ensayos en verde" hojas frondosas con gamas de diferentes colores de verdes.
Llegó el dia que teníamos que regresar a París. Nos fuimos a Hendaya. Hicimos autostop. Un jóven nos acercó a Biarritz. Desplegamos nuestro letrero "París". Tuvimos la gran suerte de que un grupo de estudiantes (tres) iban a París. Nos dejaron a la puerta de nuestra residencia. Se me olvidó añadir que Kit y yo aunque tuvimos mucha suerte en nuestro viaje, decidimos no volver a hacer autostop nunca mas, por si las "flies"... FIN.
NO ENTIENDO PORQUE SE ME HA CAMBIADO LA LETRA...
My arrival in Irún, after an absence of ten years, surprised me very much. It had changed quite a bit but not enough not to recognise it, of course. I missed my great-grandfather's palace--he was the wealthiest in town--which was bombed during the Spanish (Un)Civil War. I remember, as a child, going to the ruins and in the gardens picking up all kinds of flowers: roses, hydrangeas, white lilies, which grew wild, in order to put them in our vases at home. The palace had disappeared and in its place was a block of condominiums.
It was also a great pleasure to meet up with my old classmates, especially, my best friend Ana Izura, who is still a very good friend, an excellent painter who was the wine shop's owners' daughter. A fact that, as a child, made me have huge arguments with my mother who didn't think that Ana was "worthy" of my friendship... When it was the other way around-- It was I who wasn't worthy of HER friendship. She's a great artist. I have one of her paintings in front of my desk. A beautiful symphony of leaves in different shades of green.
The day arrived when we had to return to Paris. We went to Hendaye and a young man drove us to Biarritz. There we had the great luck to meet three students that were going to Paris! They left us in front of our residence. Even though we were lucky and had an excellent trip, Kit and I decided that we wouldn't hitch-hike ever again, just in case... THE END.
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