Rayito INTERVIEW BY THE ABC TO BACK OF A MISSION IN KOSOVO 'Streaky'. Tor Sergeant Kosovo st BY VIRGINIA RÓDENAS
05/11/2008
fell like a thunderbolt. Ran Manuel Benítez 1994 and reappeared in a head to head with Jesulín in Ubrique, and before anyone could stop him, Fernando Calvo-from that day 'Streaky' - 14 years, and stood before the bull. "Seeing 'The Cordovan" that the animal was going to catch me, not my fault, but the jostling of the flaggers to take off, stood, people pushed and yelled, "Let him calm." So I stuck my pasecitos. Then I said if I had stayed calm and I replied 'Yes, master. " He added, "it pulls now you come here, you've been very good. " I was shocked. He grabbed me, pulled me to the third and went to the alley. The swords of Jesulín boy patted me. I was white, not the shock of bull, but by the reaction of people who began to throw cans at the Guardia Civil. Because of me, who also lived next to the barracks! So when I was about to leave the next bull, "The Cordovan" put me below the band and I shouted 'get away! ". And encouraged me: "I have not pulled once, if not thousands, so go to the front, boy, that life is a hard struggle". " And from that day, it's Sergeant Calvo, Antiaircraft Artillery Regiment 72 (RAA-72), who just arrived from his mission in Kosovo, where he was in December, has not lost a second to leave the corral and go south Roma moving heaven and earth to be hollow in a bullfighting festival for the summer. Where there is more danger-tempt the military front of a bull or a BMR (Medium Armored Vehicle Wheels) on patrol? And the officer answered me that both have their risk. "But when I was in the BMR-Apostille-what he thought was the kids who go with me and I was afraid, because that does not include roads that are dirt roads. The vehicles are good, but can be improved, and also necessary. I thought, 'My God, that happens to me whatever, but not to them ", because how do you explain to a mother that her son is dead?".
to yours, Cristobalina Ruiz Ortega, you were running with the news that his boy had pulled into the square. "It will have fallen!" Said the woman, ignorant, like his father, Fernando Calvo Calvo, the boy's obsession. Because this child had been forging his love for bullfighting on the sly, as he left the school shooting to informal school Marcial Sebastian "El Pato", "which was serving the kids a place and instruction games for the bullfight as he was seeing. "The Duck" was a dry cleaner in Ubrique, "El Rocío", and there we kept the dishes. My parents said I was going to the library. And Juan Vazquez Vega would be, "The Song", "another big fan ubriqueño, which really took the field at the corral, and so for days ...». Until league with the son of the owner of the bull bar "rails", which had been truant, his boot caught on in the arena of spontaneous Ubrique and was baptized as "Streaky", a birth which, as you can imagine, culminating in the barracks.
"My parents, creatures, they knew nothing. My father put the record straight: I want or do not want to stick with that for the front. And that night, like many others later, I was punished without dinner. Surrendering to reality toreara agreed that if he did not study, thinking that at any moment I would remove the fever. He is dedicated to the leather, which is the local office, wanted a better life for their children, and that was the way to school. But by then, and everyone spoke in the province of the kid who had jumped into Ubrique. "
"El Pato" led its first destinations. "In the first festival a bull almost killed me and my father, the sea of \u200b\u200bhappy, I thought that would remove the fans. That was a slaughter, but cut two ears. Had not left the ambulance and you were bringing me toreara posters for other people. To buy the costume had to do a raffle in the town and navigate a bike. Only the cape of 40,000 pesetas. I also had to work hard for the bar to buy a minimum of equipment. Then I found that the money was another major obstacle. Of those who started with "The Duck", none came to pursue this fully. You know, one in a million and one million one. Not enough to be a good bullfighter, you must be touched by magic, be at the right time in the right place, and have sponsors. I've ever fought with kids who are now bullfighters, as with the Fandi. For me too I turned into this. But when things started to roll, a heart attack killed "El Pato" and came to ruin. "
"History minimal" Sergeant Calvo, Carlos Fuentes argues that as one of those twigs with which history is built with capital letters, is the epic of the sacrifice of a valise XXI century, like many others, the epic conquest of ambition. And many times, the drama, to dry and unreservedly "Streaky" confesses that he felt sorry for him when he was with a fractured skull, shoulder and punctured lung removed on the wooden table in an old house after the goring of a peñajara in a remote village of Salamanca. The suit, which had cost him so much, in tatters, the dream intact.
For "Streaky" also knows the taste of glory. Like when he fought the bull by Miguel Mateo 'Miguelín "does not know how he brought the then Lieutenant Domínguez Liébana from Algeciras to Ceuta, where he was destined for the joke of a sergeant -" I will fill the papers and ask a site where you can bullfighting, "said the scoundrel," and as a professional soldier. And is that Calvo, his mother, had re-enlisted to the army after the military, "after thinking it over to see what he could do to not give more suffering, there's always that thought capeas I was going to lose. " Well, there in Ceuta, a few meters from the Moroccan border, the companions of the bullfighter up a place "that was beautiful" and the day of Santa Barbara, patroness of the artillerymen, the bull, which had been carefully preserved for the previous two months - "I thought the animal was leaving the square to give me kisses" - was ever fought with brilliance, killed by the strong sword "Streaky" and devoured "fact chops and kebabs." Presided over the "run" the commanding general, who took the stage built for the occasion. Occurred on December 14, 1999. Creating
hobby among Kosovars
Then, from Ceuta to Zaragoza Raca Artillery Regiment 20, 'where I put the batteries, which is not studied in the writings, and became a sergeant. If NCO I am today is because of the perseverance and determination. He who comes to the Army and is capable of sacrifice may be what you want. " Who would have imagined that 'Streaky' end in Kosovo when it was endorsed by the fields of Cadiz in the light of the moon. "I learned that in my profession desargento, as in the bull, you need to know command and tuning. Every kid is different, as each bull, and you have to know how to understand and fight. The Kosovo experience has been fantastic. I was on 13 December as a rifleman, which has allowed me to have close contact with population, from children to elderly people who give you so much for so little. They trained me away because I could not take even a cape. I removed the "monkey" with a cloth and hidden. Base bar in Spain, Istock, had all my posters plastered. And to all, mates, Kosovars or Serbs have returned them kooks talking bull. Among all, I created a hobby, which is important. "
And while it's time the truth "in Madrid or Seville," Calvo strives to be "a piece of sergeant" and "Streaky" is ready for his big chance. The value of the soldier does not lack. You know you have your website, which has the force and also, what the hell, can not neither wants to take the bull head. For him and bullfighting is like breathing. And without air it dies.
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