The February 15, 2007, exactly 4 years ago, I wrote a story on a meeting in 2035 between octogenarians and Santamaria Adrià in Pinotxo Bar Boqueria market of Barcelona. Faced lifetime had one last chance at reconciliation and the best mediator. With the unfortunate news of the death of Santi Santamaria, the imaginary story will never become reality.
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Santi and Ferran were antagonistic but for which Catalan cuisine love are complementary as they represent in their eternal dispute the need Ying Yang that allows creation, reflection, growth and development. With the untimely demise of Sant Celoni chef opens a new and unprecedented period that will shape the future of the culinary avant-garde Catalan and English, who will take the baton of Santi to move to the defense of traditional values \u200b\u200bas a counterweight to Adrià rupturist vision and so many young chefs who follow in their wake?. In the end, as in all material balance swings allow us to understand that the truth must lie in the balance.
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I invite you to read this story impossible
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Santi was a big child, adolescent friends called him "vacota" in his mountain village in the heart of Catalunya, he got angry and chased around the square while the others laughed and ran everywhere repeating the joke. His childhood was ensconced in the bosom of a good family of the burgeoning middle class Catalan.
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She married young and quickly assumed the role of inheritance in the family business of making life so good job that soon led the company and brought new life. Over the years the business grew and gained a great popularity and reconomiciento beyond the village, even became a famous and respected person in the world as its occupation acquired significance in society. It was a conservative man who loved the secular traditions of a people and a good interior Catalan nationalist right, voted to moderate.
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Ferran was born in the suburbs of Barcelona, \u200b\u200bthe son of immigrants from southern Spain in the mid-fifties were to seek opportunities and a better life in the belt industrial capital of Catalonia. The living conditions of his family were poor and gradually managed to improve their position in the working class. Ferran from a childhood of gangs and street games while the country was the downfall of the dictatorship and began the labor struggles that convulsed cities both labor del Llobregat.
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For our friend's imagination was his best trip and took advantage of the opportunities that life had to start guessing a profession that you would like ... traveled, came from the suburbs to see the world beyond the social conflicts and factory chimneys. All in his life seemed coincidental and lucky star, took advantage of every opportunity to an employer trusted him to lead the production of your business. From the beginning brought a revolutionary vision that hit the market and among all his colleagues and over the years became the biggest celebrity of his profession.
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Santi and Ferran shared the same profession and the standards were both more representative of their land. They understood their work with very different and even incompatible, one championed a return to the perfection of the tradition and the other lawyer to free any attachment to the past to completely revamp the established norms. For his clients and fans were not incompatible but complementary ... but among them there was a rivalry that reached the end of enmity.
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told me that days before the carnival of 2035, when both were already retired and lucian gray and bald, beautiful grandchildren and children who followed the head of his thriving business, Ferrán tremprano rose early to leave to take the sun on the beach in Barcelona, \u200b\u200ban hour later went to the Boqueria market for breakfast at Bar Pinotxo, the histrionic market waiter was about one hundred years and still singing with the same humor and energy and tapas dishes.
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Ferran sat in his corner and always greeted warmly Pinotxo were known lifetime, the old man opened his eyes and shook his head to the right to Ferràn would know who was seated three stools beyond. Santi was eating a squid with peas, the doctor had forbidden him to excess and who was very frail and could not reduce weight, but since I could not help enjoying a good breakfast was escaping the town without telling the family. Ferran looked at it, think about health but pulled ... over the years the increase ornery and did not want breakfast you choke on a discussion.
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The Pinotxo, was thoughtful for a moment, looked at them both, thought that these two old men had something in common: they loved the pig's trotters with mushrooms that he prepared from 60 years ago. Santi approached and put a plate, did the same with Ferran ... and his peculiar style blurted Estuuus "¡¡¡¡¡¡ peuuuus de porc are the casaaaaaaaaaaa !!!!". regaluuuuuuuuuu Both looked up while shouting "Gràsssssiesss pinoooochuuuuu."
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The old couple looked at each other and started laughing out loud ... Pinotxo took to exit the bar and grabbed her arm drew them .... "Vinga nois, a abraçar by vieeejos times !!!!!" the two octogenarians canes left on the side and embraced a good time ... cullooooooooons, Cullons, he said Santi full of emotion, cooooño, Ferrán coooño brochette with tears in his eyes.
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That winter day the two men, old and anonymous passers of Las Ramblas, walked together to the harbor, the sun was very nice and sat on a bench facing the Mediterranean sea, they chatted about old times and showed the pictures of the grandchildren.
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