Institutional representatives and citizens of Cordoba
They observed a minute of silence this Tuesday in memory of the young man Alvaro Prieto Lopez , sadly died in Seville and whose disappearance was reported on October 12 after missing the train he had reserved to return to Córdoba after spending the previous night with some friends in the capital of Seville.
In front of the authorities, television cameras and numerous journalists, as well as more than a hundred people, visibly moved, among them friends of the young man, who
They said goodbye between hugs and kisses on Calle Capitulares, over which the City Hall flag flies at half-mast.
Meanwhile, the councilor has valued paying tribute to Álvaro Prieto,
after “the entire city in recent days has dedicated itself to searching for him and trying to locate him by all means through volunteers and social networks”. “We have all felt absolutely moved during these days and unfortunately this Monday, when the body was located,” he said, adding that he remains “with the solidarity and affection of the city towards Álvaro and the entire family.”
has conveyed “condolences and condolences on behalf of the entire city after confirming the tragic news of the young man’s death.” The declaration of this day of official mourning implies the suspension of all public events planned by the local government.
In a letter,
Her aunt says she never imagined she would have to write these words.: “All of Spain pray to your family, pray to your friends. To support those of us who do not understand what this is about, the absurdity, the unnecessary and inexplicable… The unfairness of this game that we have had to play.”
Four days of infinite pain in which, he says, his friends have been dedicated to finding him:
“You never gave up a game, That’s why you wanted to return home, without making a sound. Without worrying anyone.”
The complete letter from the aunt
I never ever thought that in the chapter of life I would see myself writing a letter to you Álvaro.
All of Spain mourns you, Spain has been your mother, your father, your friend. And now all of Spain prays to your family, prays to your friends. To support those of us who do not understand what this is about, the absurdity, the unnecessary and inexplicable… the unfairness of this match that we have had to play.
And you never gave up on a game, that’s why you wanted to return home, quietly. Without worrying anyone.
They insist on telling us that these young people today have no values, they also tell us that they, at 18, are from another generation. I don’t buy it, sorry. You have taught us a lesson.
That is not what I have experienced these days at home. I have seen them cry, laugh, I have seen them pray, I have seen them slap each other when another needed it and hold hands… Fall asleep curled up, seeking comfort, I have seen them keep quiet and cry in silence so as not to infect the one they had just left. to do it. Lending a broken shoulder to put the other at the service of his friends.
An entire camp of kids at home also tucking in the one who last saw you, without letting go of him for a minute. Four days of infinite pain, of comings and goings that have turned my home into eternal reunions, moments of priceless hours of good friendship and love between kids who hoped to have you among them again.
And everything around my table, my organized dishes and rooms occupied by the laughter and cries of real friends, without realizing and without knowing that José and I needed this house full of noise and disorder to be able to understand what it was about. All this…
All of them yesterday wept for you united around a table Álvaro. These are your friends Álvaro, you chose well boy! Don’t tell me anymore that they don’t know how to do things well, that they don’t understand love, that they don’t know how to cry, that they only go about their business and live life, no, not these kids. I’m sorry.
These kids have taught us a lesson. Of humanity, love and eternal friendship.
To proudly boast of having been a friend of Álvaro Prieto.