“Saturday, October 7. My husband opens the mailbox and picks up a certified mail addressed to Josep, our son. We look at each other. On the sender we read “Deputation.” The certificate, then, has arrived from Galicia, from the land from which Josep did not return, because one of those drivers who commit road violence with impunity stole his life on a curve when he was heading, followed by his father, to Santiago de Compostela. And it only occurs to me that, although they notified us that they had shot The trash was his biker jacket, his boots, the belt that the Three Wise Men had left him, surely they had made a mistake and had found Josep’s belongings, our son.
so today [por el lunes], day 9 like that fateful August 9, Josep’s father, my husband, went to pick up the letter, after calling to find out how to do it: family book and that document in which is written what I have never wanted read. He picked up the letter and called me.
The letter was not a letter. It was a bill: the bill that our son must pay for “the assistance and cleaning of the road after an accident between a vehicle and a motorcycle… 3 hours and 22 minutes. Date 08/09/2020. TIME: 14:15. What I never wanted to read & mldr; at 2:15 pm Josep was no longer with his father and my husband was no longer with our son & mldr; They killed us that day. Asier GS did it.
But it is not enough to die once. The second death came at the hands of the judicial system before, during and after the trial: in court number four 4 in A Coruña they tortured us by pouring salt into wounds that were forever open.
The third death came with the sentence, although expected, no less painful: two years in prison without jail time for the murderer, 0 euros fine and withdrawal of permit that became effective just two months ago. And Josep had to pay his share of the court costs.
And today [por el lunes] Death comes at the hands of the administration, which has made a mistake that has made us go back to the starting point. “They have broken our hearts again.”