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| Suzy's friends gave her and Chati a great sendoff at the airport on Friday |
Hi again
It’s been two
weeks since I last wrote and a lot has happened since then, so let me start
from where I left off, Sunday 5th May. That afternoon Oli returned from a weekend in
Valencia with her boyfriend Miguel. No
sooner had she returned, she was off again, this time to Santiago in Galicia
where she would be reporting most of that week for tve. Suzy and I had to pack her case via
instructions from her from the train. I
had predicted moments of bedlam and I was right. The most stressful moment was closing her new
suitcase whilst the driver from TVE was waiting for her outside. Thankfully she caught her plane, but only
just
I realised the
next day that Sunday had been Russian Easter and was cross for not realizing it
on the day and writing about it in my last post. When I was a child we would celebrate it at
home, my Mother making magic of the event.
She would prepare a table full of Russian Easter fare: paskha, kulich,
painted boiled eggs, … which was to be eaten at dawn after going to church for
the Easter service.
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| Kulich, eaten at Russian Easter (very similar to panettone) |
We would be
woken up at 3 in the morning to go to the Russian church in Bradford which was
really a room in a house somewhere near the University. It would be full of Ukranian orthodox as
there weren’t many Russians in Yorkshire.
The “church” would be full of this religion’s followers holding lit
candles and chanting “Xristos Vaskresi” (Christ has risen) and there would be
an overwhelming smell of incense which the bearded priest would swing towards
the icons. We would kiss the icons and
stand throughout the service which was very long. In the Russian church, there are no pews to
sit down on. Very often fervent older
women believers would prostrate themselves on the floor in front of one of the
icons and as there was hardly any room you had to get out of the way. I remember standing with my brother and Aunty
Masha who sang beautifully and being worried about my hair catching fire. I liked some of the atmosphere but got tired
of standing and mostly looked forward to the feast afterwards at the heavily
laden dining room table. I felt ashamed
on Monday that I had not carried on the tradition my Mother had brought me up
on when I was a child. It was thanks to
my cousin Katty who lives in New Zealand that I knew that day was Russian
Easter. Unlike me, she has carried on
the tradition, through her Mother, my cousin Zuka and her grandmother, my Aunty
Valya, my Mother’s contemporary. They
both arranged a beautiful Russian Easter for my New Zealand family. Xristos
Vaskresi to you all. I wish I had been
there with you.
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| A typical scene at a church for Russian Easter |
The next day,
Monday, was my fast day of course. But I was too busy for it to bother me. I had to be in the office for a meeting about
last minute preparations for the next day’s important press conference. Thus I missed Oli on the TV.
Tuesday was
crazy but great. At 13.30 we held our
press conference to announce our plans to launch 4G this summer. 4G for those of who are not in the know is
the new super fast internet for your mobile.
To quote our Ericsson speaker Reine, it’s like the difference between
black and white and colour TV. The press
conference, which was with both Ericsson, our network supplier, and Samsung,
now the top mobile phone supplier, was held at the Torre de Cristal. This
amazing building is one of the very modern high rise towers in Madrid and was
built by our shareholder ACS. It was the
perfect location to announce our ambitious plans. As with most press conferences, you never
know what the turnout will be like. Luckily for me, all the big guns from the
telecoms press in Spain were there to witness our news. Yoigo, the last mobile network operator in
Spain and the smallest was audacious enough to announce we would be the first
to have 4G in Spain. Or so we thought as
just a few days later, Orange pipped us to the post by saying they would launch
10 days earlier. Our launch date is the
18th July and theirs is now 8th July. It’s funny they should be so wary of us. The good news really is that it means two
operators will be offering the new super fast mobile internet this summer.
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| A scene from our 4G press conference |
You can see
the photos of this event here. I was
very pleased later to see we had made it to trending topic, at least twice that
morning as well as abundant news on the online and offline press. This is what my job is all about; lots of positive
news about our company in the media and I achieved it.
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| We got TT (trending topic) on Twitter during our press conference, not easy to achieve. |
Again on
Tuesday I missed Olivia on the TV, although I was able to see her story about a
couple stealing in Sanxenxo later here.
You can too if you fast forward to 10.28h.
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| Olivia reporting from Sanxenxo in Galicia |
From Wednesday
to Sunday I was away on a secret mission I can’t tell you about until later, as
otherwise a surprise I am planning will be revealed and that can’t happen
yet. Suzy came with me, which meant I
had some quality time with her; something we both needed before her moving to
London. Eladio joined us on Friday and
the three of us had some quality time together as well before she left to
return to Madrid on Friday night. It was
most frustrating for me not to be able to post anything on Facebook about my
activities during my secret mission but I managed it as I had no other option.
Suzy was keen
to return to Madrid to organize her goodbye party that was held at home, of
course. It was to be the first of many good bye events for her before she left.
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| Suzy's big goodbye party |
On Sunday we
were back and it was beautifully warm in Madrid, warm enough to have dinner
outside. It was a great dinner as both girls were at home, as well as
Miguel. Suzy and I were wearing the same
dress, the ones we had bought at a flea market that week. I think we look great, don’t you?
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| What fun, Suzy and I wearing the same dress. |
Sunday was a
great day again for Spanish sport. Rafa
Nadal, now nearly recovered from his injuries, won the Madrid Master’s tennis tournament and Fernando Alonso won the Spanish F1 GP held in Barcelona.
The next day,
Monday 13th May, was another fasting day for me and very necessary
to work off the excesses of the previous week.
On Tuesday we
finally saw Olivia on the TV. She was
back in Madrid but was sent off to nearby Guadalajara to report on a sad case,
the court case of the suicide of a 15 year old, Mónica Jaramillo, who had
committed suicide after years of bullying.
You can see her here on this clip if you fast forward to 12.25h.
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| Olivia reporting on a court case about bullying in Guadalajara this week |
Olivia, I
think excels at reporting on weather but also on court cases and sport. In her job she has to be able to report on
nearly anything and thereby the excitement of her reporter profession.
Tuesday was
also the last day of Eladio’s tutorial teaching at the UNED University, until
October. He was very pleased also to hear
the week before that he had been awarded with the prestigious “Venia Docendi”. A Venia Docendi means literally a “license to
teach” and is a requirement of the UNED and other Universities if you want to
have a permanent post as a University teacher.
Well done Eladio.
Wednesday, 15th
May, was a holiday in Madrid to celebrate the patron saint, San Isidro. It was of course Eladio’s youngest brother
Isidro’s birthday. But for me the 15th
May will always be the date I remember my brother George passing away. My beautiful talented but troubled brother
died on 15th May 2001 in Hampstead London. I wrote a tribute that day on Facebook and
this is what I said: “Remembering especially today my dear brother George who died 12 years
ago today. RIP my beautiful talented and special brother who life did not treat
well - but remember the good times, our chats at night, you playing the piano
or guitar which you learned to play by ear and my singing to your tunes, your
trips to South America, your hitch hiking to Afghanistan, your ability to pick
up languages, your outgoing nature when you were happy, your love of food, your
beautiful smile, your blue eyes and amazing good looks, your talent for sport
and above all your inner goodness. There is hardly a day when I do not remember
you. Your sister who misses you, Masha”. What I could have added is that I feel
forever guilty that life has treated me so well whilst it treated my brother
unfairly, especially because he was so much more talented than I. That is something I will always regret and
feel sad about. My Father will have been
thinking about George too that day. There
was not much need for us to exchange words as we both knew what we were
thinking.
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| This week was the anniversary of the passing away of my brother George |
I have very
few photos of my brother and perhaps this is the only one of us together. It was taken in Norwich when we were in our
late teens and I love it. The original hangs on the wall by my bedside and
means so much to me.
That afternoon
whilst Eladio was giving his last lecture at the UNED, I went on our walk on our
own and throughout it I reflected on my memories of my brother George. It was a beautiful walk and I took the time
to take photos of the lovely wild flowers. My Father used to enjoy them when he
went on that same walk and would often bring us back a bunch. He would have enjoyed my walk on
Wednesday. The picture below is
dedicated to him. I always learned from
my Father to enjoy the little things in life.
Thank you for teaching me to appreciate the little things in the life
and its beauty which can be found even in the ugliest places.
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| Beautiful wild flowers on our walk at this time of year |
There is much
beauty in our garden too, especially at this time of year. In May, we have a shrub which blossoms each
year at the same time and has a wonderful fragrance. We had the same one in our previous house and
it brings back fond memories of spring and of the girls’ communions and eating
outside in the good weather. I have always
loved it but didn’t know its name. In
Spanish Eladio says it’s called “celindo”.
Curious, I looked it up and found out that its botanical name is “philadelphus
coronarius”. In English it has two
names: “mock orange blossom” or “dogtooth”.
Here is a photo for you.
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| The mock orange blossom flowers at this time of year in our garden and I love it. |
Whilst I was
on my walk, Suzy was on a surprise birthday excursion. Her friends had bought her tickets to see the
Lion King that afternoon but she was not to know where she was going until she
was outside the theatre. She told me
later that she loved the show, or rather musical. I was not surprised as she used to love and
watch, together with Olivia, all the Disney films, when they were small.
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| Suzy's birthday from her friends - surprise tickets to see The Lion King. She was blindfolded all the way until they got there. |
After my walk,
with some time on my hands, I started my latest book: “They have their exits”
by Airey Neave. Airey Neave (1916-1979) was
a British officer who is famous for escaping from Colditz, the German prisoner-of-war
camp in the Second World War. This
famous Etonian was also well known for his political career as advisor to
Margaret Thatcher whose life was cut short when he was killed by an IRA car
bomb in 1979.
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| The book I am reading at the moment. |
Wednesday
being a holiday, Eladio and I decided to go for dinner. Our choice was one of
our latest favourites, Ginos. Over our
delicious dinner we reflected on the events of the week and of course of Susana’s
imminent departure.
Thursday was
business as usual. I went to the office for
a meeting with my boss. But it was only
later that day that I learned some good news which I would have liked to share
with him. The Social Baker’s first
quarter report was out. They are the
experts in measuring corporate presence and how well brands interact with their
customers on social networks. I was
delighted to see that Yoigo was ranked the third most socially devoted brand in
the whole of Spain. Socially devoted
means how well you respond to your customer base or fans’ enquiries or
problems. I also took note that we were
the only telecoms brand in the top ten, quite an achievement.
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| According to Socialbakers, Yoigo was the 3rd most socially devoted brand in Spain in Q1 2013 |
This week has
been much colder than the previous week and I was back in stockings, we were no
longer eating outside and we had to wear anoraks on our walks. Amazingly for this time of year, there was
snow forecast in the mountains outside Madrid the next day, Friday. This meant Olivia would be sent out early in the
morning to Navacerrada to report on the unusual weather conditions for this
time of year.
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| Olivia reporting on the snow in the moumtains outside Madrid on Friday morning |
We watched her
here at 10.07h but what we didn’t know until later is that Friday 17th
May 2013 Madrid would record its coldest high temperature since 1920 (9.2c)
and, according to this article, would be the coldest capital in the world. It
was pretty amazing to read that meanwhile there was 25c in Moscow and similar
warm temperatures in Eastern Europe. The
cold temperatures were due to unusual cold currents. Thankfully though the warm weather will
return next week and hopefully soon we will be experiencing the usual warm
weather we so enjoy at this time of year. I am even dreaming of getting the
swimming pool and porch ready for when that happens. So watch this space.
Olivia spent a
lot of this week working on a video report of the first Spanish woman, Vanesa Veiga, to win
the Madrid marathon in 15 years. Her
story is quite something, a woman athlete in her late 30s who gave up long
distance running to have three children.
This was her first marathon in 7 years since their birth and to everyone’s
amazement including her own, she won.
You can see the report here.
Friday, the coldest
day in Madrid, brought good professional news for me again. On Friday the Yoigo Facebook page reached
100.000 likes. Wow that is a number to
celebrate as we have promised our fans on the page. If you aren’t a fan yet, I invite you to be
so. All you have to do is go to this page and “like it”.
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| The Yoigo FB page reached 100.000 likes this week. |
Friday of
course was “D day” for us, the day Suzy was finally leaving with her nurse friend
María (commonly known as “Chati”) for their London adventure. I call it an adventure because they are
leaving everything here to start a new life where hopefully they will be able
to find decent jobs and in the field of their studies; something which is mission
impossible these days in Spain. It was a
very emotional day for all of us, but especially for Susana who was cutting the
umbilical cord; i.e. saying goodbye to all her friends and the life she has
here and leaving for the unknown; i.e. London where all they have is a place to
stay for the first few nights. There is
no comfortable home to go to, nor a good job, nor a family or friends. They
will be starting from scratch; no easy task.
At the same time I consider it an adventure, an adventure I myself once lived
but here in Spain in the early 80’s. In
a way she is following in my footsteps. She
is not aware that she is also following in the footsteps of her grandmother, my
Mother who arrived in London after the war not knowing a word of English and in
a much more precarious situation than her.
It all worked out for my Mother and for me and I want to think it will
all work out for Susana too. If it doesn’t
she knows we are all here to help her if and when she comes back.
We had a quiet
family lunch and Suzy spent most of the afternoon packing. I was with her for some of the time as was
Eladio. We needed her Father to help
with the weighing of her suitcase which could not go over 20kg. So he had to go on the scales and then off
and on again with the suitcase. We of
course would not go on, not wanting to see the result as we always weigh
ourselves first thing in the morning and with nothing on which is when you are at
your lightest (any woman reading this will understand). Some of her clothes needed last minute drying
and Eladio came in handy once again as you can see in the photo below.
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| A bit of last minute fun with Suzy before she left on Friday - Eladio helping her dry some clothes |
Olivia was to
take her to the airport where a lot of her friends would gather too for a
wonderful send off. Suzy cried when she
left but I funnily enough was dry eyed. My last words to her were typical of a
Mother in my situation: to be productive and work hard to find a job and settle
in. However my dry eyes soon turned to
tears when Olivia posted a photo of the group at the airport, the photo which is
illustrating this week’s blog. Suzy is
second left on the front row (red hair) and Chati is on the second left in the
back row. In case you hadn’t noticed Oli
is at the back in the middle with a bright pink scarf.
We heard later
that night that they had arrived safely.
They are staying in a very modest little room with bunk beds in
Whitechapel. I don’t know London well,
only ever having been there as a tourist, but I do know from playing Monopoly that
Whitechapel is one of the cheapest properties on the board and that it is in
the East End which in the past did not have a good reputation. I looked it up and found out that it is where
Jack the Ripper came from and today is known as “Little Bangladesh”; not quite
the area I would like my daughter to live in.
However she told me this weekend that the area is fine; what is not so great
is the room or rather it’s a bit of a hole.
They will probably move out soon.
So far it seems they are in good spirits, exploring the terrain and
meeting people. The photo below of Suzy
on one of the bunks in their small room, sums up her positive attitude. I love it.
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| Suzy in her bunk bed in Whitechapel, very Suzy! |
On Friday
night my mind was in London and not in Madrid where the final of the Spanish
Football Cup, La Copa del Rey was being played at the Real Madrid stadium, the
Bernabeu, against the other famous Madrid team, El Atlético de Madrid. The latter
won 2-1 and the Madrid coach, Jose Mourinho, later said that this season had been
his worst. He was sent off as was Cristiano
Ronaldo and neither of them went up to get their semi finalist medal from the
King of Spain flouting all the rules of fair play. Fans, fed up of the Portuguese coach’s antics,
were chanting for him to leave. I think
he will soon. Wherever he goes it seems
to me that his own brand image eclipses that of the clubs he works for, where very
often he brings these clubs early victories but then he clashes with all around
him and ends up leaving in disgrace. I
think there is a lesson to learn from him on how not to behave in an organization.
Yesterday was
Saturday and Eladio and I had a date in Montrondo with his Mother, his brothers
and sisters and their spouses. It was
the annual family gathering to remember the passing away of his Father on 20th
May 2005. The weather forecast was for
cold weather and snow and rain, so we set off not really knowing whether we
would return that day or the next. The
journey takes some four hours and we always stop at Rueda (famous for its white
wine) to have a glass of wine and a plate of ham come rain or shine. It’s something to look forward to on the way
and we love our stop there.
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| A stop off at Rueda on our way to Montrondo on Saturday |
Lunch was at
the only restaurant in the vicinity, Cumbres de Omaña in Senra, two villages
away from Montrondo. It’s where we
always go for a coffee in the summer. It’s
a nice enough place and offers very good local home cooking.
We spent the
rest of the day at José Antonio and Dolores’ warm home. I love the photo below of all the brothers
and sisters with their Mother as it is not often they are all together.
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| Eladio, his Mother and all the brothers and sisters yesterday in Montrondo |
It was raining
and snowing outside, so impossible to go for a hike in the mountains, so
towards the early evening everyone started leaving. We left at about 8pm and were home by
midnight. All in all we had driven some
800km in one day, but it was worth it to be all together. Once again, my father-in-law, Antonio,
reunited us all as he does every year.
We arrived
home tired and with a speeding fine to turn on the television in our bedroom
and watch the end of the voting of the Eurovision Song Contest. I used to enjoy the show but not anymore.
There are far too many countries and if you do not belong to the Nordic or ex
Russian republics it is very difficult to get enough votes to win. Spain came last but one with no Portugal or
Andorra to vote for it and Ireland came last.
The UK who can only really receive support from Malta or Ireland did
pretty badly too. But let me be positive
and concentrate on the fact that a singer from one of my favourite countries,
Denmark, won; the barefoot, rag clad 20 year old Emmilie de Forest with a song
called Only Teardrops. As it was the
only song I heard I cannot judge whether it was the best. If this year’s ESC was held in Malmo just across
the way from Copenhagen, next year it won’t be moving very far. Teliasonera, the majority shareholder of
Yoigo, was the main sponsor as it has been since Finland hosted the show in
2007, the only time I have attended the ESC – and a bizarre event it was too. As the company owns operators in all the Nordic
countries and most countries in Eurasia I predict they will be sponsoring the event
for some time if the theory above proves right. In any case, well done Denmark.
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| Emmelie de Forest who won the Eurovision Song Contest for Denmark yesterday |
And that’s it
my friends for this week. Till next
time, all the best
Masha
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