Gays and Guns and Roses...

And the story goes on...
Yesterday we had a good and funny lunch in Benidorm with my parents and other members of my family.
The same day as the Mayor was shot, I had dinner with my parents and I had spoken with my mother about the case. She was not as shocked as me, perhaps because she is older and wiser. She hadn´t even given the thing such an importance.

In the middle of the lunch the case came to mind again.
"By the way... do you know that the Mayor finally died?"
I asked her.
"Yes... and do you know why?"
"Well... There were some suspects at the beginning, a French couple and an English couple, all because of some property disputes around a new road...
"Nooooooo!.", corrected my mother, "the suspect French and English couples were not even there when it happened... no.... the Mayor´s wife, 5 years ago, after finding her husband in bed with a man, tried to commit suicide by throwing herself out of the window. She survived, but in a wheelchair, and they divorced. Now they say that it is only a story of jealous gays..."
I couldn´t believe my ears and almost choked on my food!
"How do YOU know that? from the TV?
"No... from Isabel..."
Isabel is my mother´s cleaning lady, an enormous 50 year old, local Spanish woman who always knows everything about everything.

As soon as I was home I made some research on the Internet and couldn´t find anything concerning Isabel´s theory. It seems that The Guardia Civil still hasnt´a clue what happened. But I wonder: if they had, would they say?

Now I don´t feel comfortable with my exhibition in memory of the Mayor, Not that i despise gays -I don´t care-, but a murder between jealous gays is surely not worth an exhibition of my work!

Anyway I don´t take any responsibility for the theory postulated in this entry!

The Mayor is dead...

Some days ago, in fact exactly one week ago, I wrote about the Mayor who got three bullets in his head... well, I forgot to say, that he was not dead. He had been transported to the biggest hospital from the region, put into deep sleep and operated upon. The doctors needed many hours to extract the bullets out of his head. 3 days ago they awoke him from the coma, and soon the mayor was able to breathe by himself. Wonderful doctors!
I just heard that he died. After everybody thought he would recover, he finally died of complications after contracting the flu.
I am extremely sad. Not that I knew him. But I have known his wonderful little town in the mountains for more than 40 years. As a child, when we were on our holidays in Benidorm, in the summer, the water was rare, and when there was some, it was quite polluted. We always drove to Polop to get water from the municipal fountain. Even the better bars, in Benidorm, were advertising:
"Get coffee with water from Polop here!"
And later, as an artist I always went to Polop to paint, again and again. It is simply the most beautiful town around here and the kind of place, which never loses its magic for an artist´s eye..... I was there last year, to make some sketches... the town was full of colours, and full of joy.
Today Polop wears black, and tomorrow too, and the day after tomorrow too...
And they still have no idea, who did it. It seems so easy to kill and get away with it nowadays... I remember having thought that about Madeleine McCann... or is it only in these southern lands?