Geography and History of Ames

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Javier Santos is a migrant.
 

Paula Santos Pena · 19 enero 2018 22:33


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My father was living in Béjar until my grandfather, who worked with tractors some person told him that here in Galicia would sell more tractors than there, so they decided to come and live here in Galicia.
His first destination was in Carballo, which is where my grandparents live now. My father stayed to live there until he was 18 years old, he decided to do an engineering career and he had to emigrate to Vigo where he was formalized for ten years and did the necessary studies to be able to work.
And that reasons are the demostrations of the migration of my family (my father).
In the University of Vigo he met a lot of people, there are some people with whom he stays from time to time to eat all together. he told me some anecdotes while he was living in Vigo: he said that those years were some of the best in his life, he lived in a rented apartment with some friends and ... that sometimes spent some jokes among them: one day one girl who lived with them had come to party very late and it can be said that a little "drunk", she went to sleep; so, they set the alarm for that it sounded in a half of hour, when it rang the girl prepared to go to University, took everything and left the house, when she reached the street she saw that it was still dark, she looked at her watch and saw that it was 5 o'clock in the morning, she began to scream in the street and my father and his friends wouldn't stop laughing. When he told me that, I was amazed with the kind of jokes that were spent among them because, of course, I would never think of them.
While my father studied sometimes he went on weekends to visit his parents who were waiting for him at the Santiago train stop, he came and went by train, one day he fell asleep when he went there and the train took him to Coruña, in the end, my grandparents had to go to Coruña.
My father when finished the career moved to Santiago where he found a job in a paper fabric.
Then, he found my mum and they married in Carballo and they decided to came to live here, in Bertamiráns, next to Santiago. Now it's where we're still living so we can considerate that it's a permanent movement.
My dad all the mornings go to work to Santiago from Bertamiráns so he's always doing a pendulum movement.
On Summer we aren´t here because we go to Razo, we've got there a house next to the beach and we only go there on Summer so it's a seasonal movement.
In the photograph we are with a t-shirt and a chorizo because they're relacionated with some movements of him. The t-shirt is there because the director of the University gived to him when the University finished and the chorizo is there because my grandparents all the weekends send to my father some chorizos to the University and he only remind that objects.

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Satur is a migrant
 

Carla Márquez Chapela · 30 enero 2019 16:36



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Manuel is a migrant.
 

Laura Fernández Terán · 18 enero 2018 23:04


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He took a taxi at three o'clock in the morning to the airport of Santiago de Compostela, he embarked to Madrid, and from Madrid he took a transfer to Dubai, then went to Chennai, India. Two of his friends from the company where he worked with took him to a hotel, which was very horrible, where there was no shower and he had to take a shower with a bucket of water. The next day they went to look for him in a car, to take him to his place of work, on the way he could observed that the traffic in India was not like the traffic in Europe, it was a disaster of animals and vehicles. Another thing that could differentiate from Europe was the food, because the only thing that he could eat was white rice and spicy chicken.
India has a high population density, and most of them go without shoes. Manuel could appreciate the many spice stands that were there and that the Indians look at you differently and do not have the same respect as the people who are there.
The temperatures were very high and there was a lot of humidity.
When he finished his work in Chennai, he went to Coimbatore, where he was only two weeks. Then it was to the south of the country, where the fauna was very varied, there were monkeys, giant bats and all kinds of reptiles. In India he was two and a half months and finally returned to Spain. His experience in India was very horrible.


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Daniel González Fraga is a migrant.
 

Nayra Prado González · 9 enero 2019 16:02


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My great-grandfather, Daniel González Fraga, was born on 8th August 1936 in Pontealbar, a small village on the outskirts of Santiago de Compostela.
Since he was young, he grew together with the carpentry of his house, due to the fact that his father was carpenter. Seeing to his father everyday and help him, he began to interest about that trade and he was learning bit by bit from his father.
By then going to school was complicated because of the resources weren´t enough, so the people had to work since very young.
Thanks to that learning, with just 15 years old he got his first job as a carpenter in the Santiago´s Cathedral. As its job didn´t last too much, he looked for another jobs as a carpenter to get by his own, but any of them provided him neither stability nor a enough salary to support his family and his necessities. He worked for different construction companies and also on the roads.
After several years working where he could, it came a time when it was impossible to find a job, and the lack of money was greater and greater...so when he was 25 years old he made the hard decision of leave his family and his homeland to emigrate and try to get work and money.
His first option was Buenos Aires, but finally he decided to go to Caracas, a Venezuelan´s city.
Before go, he promised to his father that he would go back to do the military service...but when he was already there he paid 600 pesetas to the Spanish Embassy in Venezuela to don´t have to do it.
He worked in every job that he was offered: carpenter, taxi driver... but a work that he enjoyed a lot and that he remember very well was the job as operator. He worked several years up to this enterprise cracked and closed, but soon after he began to work at a shoe shop fixing shoes. His life as a shoemaker lasted some years… among which once he met with a lady, who have already known from Santiago de Compostela and nowadays, that lady, Manuela, is my great-granmother, who had also emigrated to Venezuela with her family due to economic conditions.
After a time of engagement, they decided to marry and they did it right there, in Venezuela, due to the fact that both worked there, he as a shoemaker and she in a textile factory.
On 14th November 1960 they had their first son, Carlos, my grandfather. He was often sick, so he had to be taken often to the doctor, so they made the hard decision of come back to Galicia, to bring to my grandfather, who was brought up by his uncle and his grandfather. After that Daniel could come back to Venezuela with his wife. They continued their life in Venezuela for 2 or 3 years, but they decided to come back to their homeland to live together with their son and their family.
When they arrived, they bought two flats in Santiago de Compostela. They opened a bar in Pontealbar, where they lived with their son and their fathers, and at the same time, where they were building their own house.
On 1st May 1970 they had their second daughter, my aunt Ana. Soon after they decided to close the bar because my great-grandparent began to work at an electricity company, Unión Fenosa. As he worked in Santiago, and their sons had also their school, the family decided to move to Romero Donallo, where he had bought a flat. They lived there several years and they went at weekends to their house to Pontealbar.
My great-grandparent worked in Unión Fenosa until his retirement. He managed a economic stability for him and his family, and give to their children the chance to study.
Nowadays, after his retirement, the great-grandparents went back to live definitely to Pontealbar.
While my grandfather Carlos was studying he met to Merce, my grandmother.
They got married and they had to Carla, my mother, 35 years ago. 14 years later was born Andrea, my aunt. They lived in the flat of my great-grandparents, where they continue living nowadays together. However, my mother moved to Bertamiráns when I was born, and is where I live nowadays.

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Manuel Mella is a migrant
 

Lúa Ardións Liñares · 23 enero 2019 18:05


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Manuel Mella Fernández, máis coñecido como Mella, naceu o 19 de marzo do 1946 en Santiago de Compostela. Actualmente ten 72 anos. É de pai descoñecido, posto que a súa nai nunca lle dixo quen era. Tamén resultou ter un irmán, que coñeceu por primeira vez cando tiña 26 anos. Súa nai non se quería facer cargo del, así que meteuno no orfanato dos Reis Católicos, no que estivo ata os 18 anos. Despois traballou durante un ano nunha marroquinería de A Coruña. Con 19 anos emigrou a Alemaña, concretamente a Remagen Kripp. Decidiu marchar para alí porque aquí ganaba moi pouco (alí ganaba case 38 000 pesetas máis). Os primeiros seis meses estivo vivindo nun barracón e en total traballou nunha fábrica de peles, despois nunha de mobles, despois nunha de plásticos, deciciu cambiar a unha de construcións con pedras pero pasaba moito frío e volveu á de plásticos que foi na que máis tempo estivo. Nesta cortaba rolos grandes de plástico en rolos pequenos de 8, 10, 15, 16 ou 20 mm. Traballaba case 9 horas diarias, dende as 7h da mañá ata as 15:45h da tarde. De cando en vez facía algunha hora extra si lle mandaban ou si necesitaba algúns cartos máis. Gustábanlle moito os seus traballos, tratábano moi ben e se fora por el tiña claro que posteriormente non volvería. Non sufriu ningún tipo de discriminación e iso foi un punto importante ao seu favor. Aínda que ao final todo lle foi moi ben, os primeiros meses pasouno bastante mal porque era un idioma totalmente novo para el e costoulle bastante integrarse e desenvolverse no ámbito oral e escrito, de feito aos 3 meses pensou en voltar. Decidiu ir a unha casa particular e así foi como aprendeu o alemán de oído, xa que non foi a ningunha escola. De cando en vez cambiaba de familia. En Alemaña había máis galegos e españois, de feito foi daquela cando coñeceu a uns moi bos amigos seus que son de Madrid. Tamén cabe recalcar que aos 21 anos tivo que facer un pequeno paréntese para ir á mili. Daquela era obrigatorio, pero foi voluntariamente, xa que como era fillo de solteira e ademais estaba no estranxeiro non tiña por que ir. E alá marchou para África a vivir unha nova experiencia. Notou moito cambio de Alemaña a África, pois alí facía moita calor. Aínda así pasouno moi ben, estivo case 2 anos. Un día propuxéronos apuntarse para unha probas de paracaidismo en Murcia. El apuntouse, pero dixéronlle que tiña os pés planos e que non valía para iso. Alí estivo un mes e medio. Despois mandárono a Tenerife, onde estivo un mes máis, e finalmente colleu un barco para Cádiz, despois un tren a Madrid e marchou en avión para Alemaña. Xusto a tempo, xa que lle quedaban dous días para caducar o pasaporte.

Aos 26 anos pediu 15 días máis de vacacións e volveu a Galicia para casarse con Sara, á que coñecera anteriormente nunha festa da parroquia dela, que se chama Lañas (A Baña). Como Mella tiña o seu traballo en Alemaña decidiron volver os dous para alí, onde viviron nunha casa de aluguer no mesmo sitio. Sara traballou noutra fábrica e Mella continuou na que estaba. A ela tamén lle costou aprender o idioma, mais fíxoo rápido.

Aos nove meses de estar casados naceu en Alemaña a súa primeira filla, María Dolores Mella Ardións, alias Lolita. Cando a rapaza tiña 4 meses trouxérona para Galicia para que os pais de Sara (Benigno e Lola) a coidaran. Eles volveron para alá para seguir traballando. Viñan de vacacións algunha que outra vez.
Definitivamente, aos dous anos e medio volveron para Galicia, xa que Sara tiña moita morriña da súa terra e quería coidar á súa filla e máis ao seu irmán José Antonio (que é o meu pai), que era 18 anos menor ca ela e daquela tiña uns 10 anos. Aquí Mella traballou de camareiro en Negreira e Santiago, onde lle empezaron a chamar “o doctor Mella”, sen ningún motivo en concreto. Dez anos máis tarde tiveron á súa segunda filla á que chamaron Lucía.


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