We have just buried the son-in-law of Cambó. We were there all, in Santa Maria del Mar, accompanying the widower and the fourteen sons. There was venerable Mr. Garrut, that he knew Gaudí personally; Josep Faulí, architect of the Holy Family; and the sculptor Etsuro Sotoo. He celebrated the funeral, embellished by the Gregorian singing, father Lluís Bonet, among other priests. They were there the ex-president Pujol and the ex-president Maragall.
There were the friends, the enemies, those who loved him and those who knew how to take advantage of his power. There were many grateful people to the deceased and, how it is natural, mixed with them, the hangmen and those who betrayed him.
On coming out for the squeeze door of the basilica, I coincide with Lluís Foix. We bring the Gothic outside staircase down jointly.
-Lluís, I have seen it like the end of many things. Non alone for Ramon, of course, that God has accommodated him.
-You are right. If Montilla had come in, he had not known the "Virolai".
-The three fourth parts of the presents already did not know it. It is faster of what you say. We are in the end from many things.
-We are at the beginning of other –Lluís said, with a smile.
We were there all, in Santa Maria del Mar. But none of the presents will he be any more a president of Catalonia. We are near of the roman walls of Barcino. It floats the air of the old senatorial families of Hispania, of Gallic, that saw how the barbarians substituted, province behind province, the exhausted Empire.
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