Twenty years later I still believe that Don Antonio, my teacher between third and fifth grade, is the person with whom I have met in life who knows most about the whole universe. And after he gave me changed my college class and never saw him again, gave me no time that I fell myth. I have it on my own pedestal eighties along with "Summer Blue" and my sausage sandwiches respective Guel.
He was the first he heard of the great painters and writers. It was a real fan of Dali and Velasquez, and loved to "Don Quixote" and geography - ".. the Minho was born in Fuente MiƱa, Lugo province, passes through Lugo, Orense and Tuy and empties into La Guardia. Its most important tributary of the Sil to the left "--. Don Antonio had a lovely letter and a red book (maybe black) in which he kept mathematical operations of any sign, from time to time, we dictated. Not to mention your aim. Hiding in the top drawer of his desk big green eraser size to the minimum forgetfulness Wisconsin canyon just on your forehead. Never throw it at me but I did get my wonderful ritual to attend to see how a colleague was making efforts futile dodge the missile that moved as the ball, "Jabulani". Impossible. Don Antonio Gallardo
Otero - so he signed the notes - was Vivero (Lugo) and, despite the decades wore Delivery Galician exercised such that, if today, they would have labeled a fundamentalist, " Eo river has not a drop, not a drop of water Asturian used to repeat. I believed then and, just in case, I still believe now. It was the best teacher. He should retire to give us some kind, because it was old enough, or at least I thought so.
do not know what will become of Don Antonio, but to see that today (September 30) was the Teacher's Day reminded me him and many others who taught me the first things I learned in life. To all: Thank you.