Martina, extremely organized, took the paper in which he had pointed the direction in which the stars were located on the map and went on to draw an itinerary.
"Let's see, today we might begin with these two. I do not think that gives us more time. Furthermore, we do not know how we are going into these houses, I guess that will be inhabited ... Well and we managed. Come let the car. By the way Minerva, have you taken the brooch? "He said, biting his pen victim of nerves and emotion.
"Yes, it's in my purse. Sure it's for, as the other hanging replied.
We took the car and headed to the first direction you travel, Girona street 118. On the number 118 of the map was drawn a loaf of bread and what looked like a biscuit, we thought it would be a bakery or pastry, but really had no idea. Barcelona traffic that hour of the morning was terrible. How could there be so many cars!, Was incredible. Circulating in our time only a few dozen and most of them friends and acquaintances of the family and neighborhood. I had changed everything! Finally, after what seemed like ages to us, we arrived at the address in question. We look the building and looked again and did not see any trace of anything that could remind us bread, cookies or bakery. Then, very early, left the old building next to an old man who had at least 100 years.
"Look, we could ask this man if you know of a bakery, pastry or something related to bread and cookies that may be at number 118. What do you think? - Martina said.
- Well, I think it's perfect. We have nothing to lose. Perhaps we can give an answer, "I said as Rita and Rosa nodded.
- Excuse me sir! Good morning, "said Martina.
"Good morning ladies," replied kindly the old man.
"Look, I would like to ask if you know of any bakery or pastry shop here. You have told us that there is at number 118, but not so, "said Martina eagerly awaiting a response.
- A bakery? On the number 118? Yeah ... I think so, "he said staring at three. At this
we laid eyes widened.
- Where is? Where do we go? We do not see, "continued questioning Martina.
"Well I doubt that they can enter. The number 118 was one of the most beautiful modern bakery in Barcelona. The owners were Mr Martorell, Martorell of life, a charming and lovely family. What did bread so delicious!, The best of Barcelona without a doubt. They also made some very good cookies, I have never gone to eat some cookies like those. People came from all over the city to shop here, larguíiiisimas tails were mounted. In fact I worked on her office for a time, when I was very young. Well as I said, there may never come into this bakery because, like many other stores, was torn down without mercy, instead I think a Chinese store. Martorell Forn's disappearance was a very sad moment for the neighborhood and the city-the old man told us with a melancholy air.
"Well, how about you know where we could find someone in the family Martorell? - Martina said.
"Well the truth is no. They sold the bakery and disappeared as if the earth had swallowed. Never again hear from them. In the neighborhood said they had emigrated to Argentina, but never really knew, "replied the old man.
"Oh, what a shame. Thank you for your help, "said Martina.
"You're welcome, ladies. Life happens and the old gives way to new, soon I too will be a memory that will fade with time, "said the kind man as he walked away with a parsimonious way.
"My fears have come true. This bakery gone and what I most afraid of is that the other stars of the map also have "off" ... Do you think that our cookies could get out of here? - Martina said in a tone of disappointment.
- Well, I think it is very probable. If not why was leaving a bakery on that map? - Rosa said.
- is terrible. We must retain those cookies as gold cloth because it will probably be the last ones there, "I very much affected.
The four heads bowed and we were very discouraged, we did not know if all the buildings, shops or whatever that marked those stars
had been destroyed over the years. For us it was a real sadness and desolation. Martina to see our faces of grief trying to persuade them.
"Well, we are not pessimistic. We will continue our search. Surely the rest of the houses are intact,
"Let's hope so ... - Rosa said very discouraged.
Again we took the car and headed to the following address Martina had drawn itinerary was really close before. The next star Ausias March marked the street from 1942 to 1946 and drawing numbers that appeared in that position in the map were some trees. We parked the car and we walked up the address in question and that was when we saw that in the basement of the building had two beautiful sculpted trees that seemed to support the building. We got so happy, at least this house had been demolished. The hard part would come in and find the "secret" hiding ...
We approach the portal and look through the glass. There was no concierge or porter in sight, is the interior was in very precarious conditions. So we decided to call a ring with the intention to enter and inspect.
-Let, and peak I, "said Martina pressing all buttons at once. Soon enough to answer. We thought it was normal, as he was working hours, people were not at home. Finally, a thread of voice, clearly articulated an old lady replied:
- Yes? -
"I am the portfolio. Am I open? "Said Martina. And then heard a clicking sound after the door opened.
"Of course, many alarms and security gossip then with something as simple as saying you're the mail people will open without any fear ..." Martin said with a wink.
enter the building and began to look everywhere to see if there was any sign that might indicate where we had to continue. The truth is that it was very dilapidated and in ruins. After a while searching the site without any success I noticed something moving in my bag.
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