Chapter 1: The Coffee Denia. While
tamborinejava impatient fingers on the marble table waiting for the gathered people who had left, Rafael Molina amusing watching the cafeteria where he was.
was a cafe decorated with great taste. I had a high ceiling with large wooden beams that crossed the dark side to side, he and the walls were painted a color that gave him a bone to the local rustic look. The floor was slate, made well plates wide and thick that you were enjoying a pleasant sense of security when walked over. It was as if never more might fall below that floor board.
marble tables were hard, fresh and clean, with cast iron legs imitating the shape of plants coming out of the ground to hold the marble stone, each local board that could weigh a hundred pounds more easily.
The chairs were softly those who t'abracen kidneys, which do not account for half backs, wide ass and comfortable to spend hours sitting playing dominoes, drinking coffee or doing daily putting xerradeta in common is the daughter of pescatera had gone to the people involved had a military Zaragoza had met last summer while the other women who had been defending the thesis that the father abused her and no longer supported more. May be because the girl, 18 years old and Rose was named to study at university, but it had no interest to the town gossip. Anyway the chairs were comfortable.
The photographs that decorated the walls of the premises showed many moments of life of people in a historical frame of 40 years, since the early 20 th century to 60 in the same century, the field work, festivals , women washing and photographs ratchet scenes were repeated in those snapshots in black and white that hung on the walls of Café Denia.
The bar was just entering the door on your right. A large bar with 5 high-legged stool, aluminum and black leather seat. On the wall of the bar could be seen two blackboards, one for cold drinks to choose one for the hot, coffee, soda, lemon rash, soft drinks, tea, cut, gas and mineral water without gas and Alcoholic beverages as beer, anise, mistela, rum and gin. These last four bottles and also decorated the wall dividing the two slates. Behind the bar was also the cash register and Manuel, the son Manolo the owner of the cafe. Manolo and Manel, family and things change over time.
was a very well located in Moon Street, a quiet street, where passing cars and just as the sidewalks were very narrow and people preferred to cross the street without fear of being run over. Just opposite the door of the cafe there was a market of those lifetime, but eventually had to adapt to fashion, it is stated that looking at attractive young people with posters of naked torsos with underwear and winding position that escaparates and decorate the entrance to the store. Images on the other hand, had nothing to do with Carmina, the clerk, a woman over 60 years for half of his life was dedicated to selling yarn, cloth handkerchiefs and socks and now had to attend young people's hearing words like thong.
-you saw how little shame, the piece of cloth that will teach everything to Carmina hence .- So muttering between your teeth, every time I came a thong.
On the other side of the market there was a bakery, that of "El Surdo" not so popular as there was more to the center of town, "El Pilar", because it was newer, but with time and the quality of their products was becoming quite a loyal clientele. Especially the days of festivities, which ended when the jovenalla dancing to 7 am retired and no longer at home for a few hours rest before continuing with the march, the oven was from "El Surdo" that had just opened and had cakes and pies mullador peas with onion and tuna finished draw furnace. A delicious way to end the day after the whole day up and down.
was said of "The Surdo" because the owner, Ramon Requena, was a fervent supporter of leftist ideas. Closed during the Civil War by the then national chairman of the Communist Party of the people, always was a person committed to the rights of individuals and those who did not support limiting the freedom of other people with no arguments and ridiculous impositions. This ideology made him earn the nickname of "El Surdo" by the people. He does not resented the contrary, he felt proud that relate the name with the ideas defended. Ramon was also true that left hand, but only to play brush, the rest of the activities carried out with the right. He had opened the bakery would now about 6 years when he decided to abandon his political life against the current deal and tired of seeing their country, things ever painted leaner, it was further increased appetite and you enjoy a little life. Anyway not lost his conviction, the letters of the posters announcing the products sold, such as pastries, bagels, loaves of bread, cakes, yeast and sugar were pinatdes three colors, yellow and purple rojes.
There were more shops in front of the cafeteria because the place was two blocks from the bakery and haberdashery and occupied the same space as Denia, but compared to the wax.
