The death of Vicente, a beloved and popular newsagent on the corner of Calle Fray Isidro, León XIII, came as a great shock to the residents of the Macarena district. His kiosk door quickly turned into an impromptu altar filled with objects. … of flowers, letters and memoriesfor decades the people of Seville wanted to pay their last respects to the person who sold them. newspaper.
Over the past few days, neighbors of all ages have been constantly coming and going from the kiosk, highlighting the void left by its absence. Vicente was more than just a merchant. To many, he was a merchant. daily referencea lovely presence that was part of the neighborhood’s daily scenery. I can feel your sense of loss. Like someone at home.
Handwritten messages of kindness and gratitude are read on the kiosk’s facade, among bouquets and letters. “I can’t believe it, Vicente. I can’t believe it… What happened? All night? For my family: I don’t know what’s going to happen. we will miss him. “I pray for your soul to rest in peace.”
After a sudden separation, there are memories left behind by those close to us. “Dear Vincent, Without the light from the kiosk, the neighborhood becomes isolated.. Another letter read, “Thank you for wishing me good morning every morning, almost at dawn.”
But it is the most intimate memories that best describe the newsstand owner. One particularly moving message encapsulates the bond he was able to forge with his clients. “Thank you for always being there for me, for being the first to say good morning to me on my way to school, for saving my magazine, for making my 9-year-old girl jump up and down.”. We love you, Vicente. Thank you for everything. ”
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