The many places of Laura Luelmo | Society
Remembering Laura Luelmo is drawing lines on a globe, her suitcase seldom picked up dust. The first, the most marked, has 38 kilometers, is the one that goes from Zamora to Villabuena del Puente, the town of 700 inhabitants where his mother's family comes from. There the teacher is the great-granddaughter of Plasen, "The Bank", Maximilian, an 82-year-old man with thick hands who plows when the sun rises: "When I was a boy nobody went to Spanish [se refiere al Banco Español de Crédito, Banesto] without a Plasen signature on some paper. The Bank called him. " He is sure he was "the man with the most money in town." And the only one with a grocer where to buy supplies at the beginning of the XX century. A family that worked "like a mule" and that "earned what it had".
Maximiano adjusts the beret while blinking with bright eyes behind a pair of glasses dotted with droplets by the sirimiri. He lived his first 26 years in the house that adjoins the family of the teacher, at number 7 of the street Lawyers, where the metal fence of accordion that closed for years that store, then transferred: "I spoke with Laura, on the bridge Sunday, sat with her boyfriend and her friends in the pensioners' bar, as nice as ever, like her great-grandmother and grandmother, and she liked to go from here to there. " You look at the slippers, made of cloth with mud motes after your day in the field: "I lost a son at the age of 43, due to sclerosis." That pain can not be told, you can not explain how it is to lose a child, and Less as they have lost this girl, I would not lock up these people, I would give them a week's vacation with her family, Bastards, these people who do this have no other name, what a pain. "
From the story of that man often the maternal origins of Luelmo. Her grandmother Chencha, now in a residence in the nearby town of Benavente; his two sisters, a nun who died and an apothecary who opened a pharmacy in Zamora; and the man with whom Chencha married, a psychologist who died years ago. After his mother, Maite Hernández, employee of the employment service of Zamora; his father, Ángel Luelmo, agronomist in Agriculture of the Junta de Castilla y León, already retired; and his two brothers, Violeta and Ángel. A long family of Luelmo and Hernández, aunts and uncles and cousins and cousins who want silence, intimacy. "With all the right to spend their grief and pain," said a neighbor leaning on a pillar of Plaza Castilla y León, where is the City of Villabuena. "With all the right, yes," added another at his side.
The friends of Teófilo Jiménez, Luelmo's couple, newcomers from El Campillo, in Huelva, where he still remains with his parents and the family of Luelmo, they do not even pronounce a "no". They ask not to respond with a gesture. The same in Zamora. Back to the city where Luelmo was born and grew up, silence remains. In their neighborhood, around the Avenida de las Tres Cruces, where some flag of Spain and some Baby Jesus adorns a balcony, the neighbors respect that silence that the family has requested through messages of WhatsApps in some groups and a post in the Facebook of Luelmo's sister.
Only the director of the College of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, Rosa Oviedo, where Luelmo studied; and José Feliciano García, the director of Nuestra Señora del Rocío, where he made a maternity substitution last November, they speak, in an "official" way. Oviedo barely gets it, breathes deeply several times at the entrance of the center to explain that, in addition to being the director, the family links a very close, and does not think it's convenient or important to say anything: "What we had to say what we did with the minute of silence and the In Memoriam that we dedicate There is everything that this school feels. " A text that talks about the uncertainty, the freedom and the life that Luelmo enjoyed, the early parting of the farewell, how sometimes the time stops: "Despite the fears, despite the insecurities that could arise in this new stage of his life, Laura wanted to be brave, and be free !, although not everyone agreed with it.
Towards the northwest of the city, behind the Parroquia de San José Obrero, a huge black crepe rises in the hall of the Nuestra Señora del Rocío. José García, its director, explains that Luelmo was barely there a month, six hours a week: "It does not give time to create a strong bond, however, the students are affected, especially those who taught [de 1º y 3º de ESO] and the little ones. Laura had an absolute commitment to her work, she came with great enthusiasm, she was very responsible and always very kind. You could tell that this was what he wanted to do. When they notified her from Huelva, she was able to leave immediately, but she wanted to stay until the last day, to take advantage of as much time as possible and say goodbye to her students and her classmates. "
García explains that, according to the ages, they have talked with the students about what happened and, now, they are alert to the signs that they can show that they are sad, or worried or that they feel afraid. "Sometimes they do not say it clearly, but it is inevitable that they are thinking and feeling something. We will give them all the support and possible listening, whatever they need. " Garcia, who barely knew her for a month, points out how difficult it is, however, to accept this murder: "What has happened is ... Terrible, really, terrible." When he said goodbye to her, says the director, he did it with the conviction that she was going towards her future, "brave".
The same adjective used by several of his friends on the other side of the Atlantic. Courage and music. A lot of background music. Try to be, from Blue Hawaii, was the last song that Erick J. Tello shared with her from San Andrés Cholula, in Mexico; also the last time they spoke. He told her that if a year went by, they would not recognize each other. "Jajajajajaja, I still like Tello! With the little hair a little shorter, but still, hahaha. I want to travel to see you, but I can not find a space and I need to save, "she answered. "Laurita Pim", tells Tello, "as we knew her friends. The most dreamy person I've ever met, his way of thinking was art alone. " He says he changed his life, that he always had a new experience to tell, that he loved Mexico. That he loved to live. I was happy
In Latin America, Luelmo formed something similar to a family four years ago, a group of friends with whom he always stayed in touch. "Skype, voice notes ... I lived last year in Madrid and we could see each other a couple of times. I loved to realize that, despite the time and the distance, ours was still the same, "says Rocío Herrero. They met at the Ignacio Bernal School, a mixed student residence near the Faculty of Humanities in San Andrés Cholula, where Luelmo studied Plastic Arts during a course. "She was two years older than me and introduced me to a lot of people. At that time I still lived with fear and inexperience of living alone, she helped me to go out and have fun, not to be afraid of life. He lived very fleeting before everything, he loved every weekend that he could go on a trip, he visited many places in Mexico and he always came happy to tell me about his journeys ".
When she returned from each excursion, Lidia G. Zapata, her other "rommie" [compañeras de habitación]she explains; they prepared dinner together, took photos and went swimming often: "On Sundays we went to the market to make our pantry and then we stayed around having breakfast quesadillas". At the end of the first semester, Luelmo and Herrero decided to move to an apartment, Zapata thought about moving with them, but had to go with his family to another state. From then on, they kept in touch through their cell phones: "She told me that she wanted to be a teacher of children, of some of her moves and after her life in Spain." For Zapata, Afterglow Wilkinson Y I Follow Rivers by Lykke Li are the two songs that bring her closer to her: "She showed them to me and, every time I listen to them, I remember her". When she heard the news, she was not clear if she felt more sad or more angry: "I can not believe that my friend, happy and cheerful all the time, who loved to do art and go dancing, is no longer there. Although I do not live in Spain, fear is transmitted to here. " Anywhere.
