To most it would seem like an apocryphal story but it’s one my aunt has revisited from time to time over the last few decades, so I’m not so sure. It centres around a funeral she remembers going to as a young woman in Puente Mayorga, the fishing village in deepest southern Spain where her and my mum grew up as the two youngest siblings in a family of eleven children brought up largely by their mum after the still mysterious death of their dad when my mum was just a year-old.
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