The Ferrol jump from the Caudillo to Vigo caused a new change in the Makal: E.T.E.An, have entered the School of Transmission and Electricity of the Army. The task was different, because it required intellectual work. However, the start was regrettable and humiliating. The students could not do any mechanical work, but with the excuse that the course would start a few days later, they were hand-ordered to remove the herbs that grew among the cobblestones on the pier’s esplanade. It took several days, many hours, and they had to endure the heat of summer.
Vigo was a city bigger and more alive than Ferrol. It wasn't full of sailors, although there were many. In addition, Makala was a lucky man who arrived in summer, that is, at the time of parties.
"Vigo was a city bigger and more alive than Ferrol. It wasn't full of sailors, although there were many. In addition, Makala was lucky, as she had arrived in summer."
Among the villages that perhaps visited that summer during the festivities, they had a better time at the Festival de la Sardina. In the wooded area next to the Piruli, main health center of Vigo.
The pleasant and endearing atmosphere, music, organizers, bread and wine invited them to eat sardines over and over again.
How well they passed it and how well they marched! Neither Makala nor his partner had found such a thing before. Everything was good and also free. Memorable.
School rules created some difficulties. At first he didn’t try to be a telegraph – a five-month course – but when he realized he couldn’t leave school if he didn’t pass the weekly exam, he changed his mind.
There everything was new, the only one that didn't change was the ranch. In the Mayordomo canteen, Makala was a supporter of eating everything he considered edible and, if necessary, paying some coins, and at the ranch consisted of a dish of rice, eggs and sausages.
I was very lucky in that sense, because Mom was doing well. Every two weeks I would send him food, the other week money.