My grandfather Fausto died a few hours ago. Ninety seven years old. He died in Tupiza, a small town in Bolivia's south (near the border with Argentina). Although I never got to know him very well, everyone who did has only kind words to say about him. A few minutes after I found out that he had died the first thing that came to my mind is that I would like to become a better man, perhaps to be more like him. I also remembered that a few years ago my Mom told me that he had always dreamed of traveling around Europe. For one reason or other he never made it there. When I travel to Europe I will take his memory with me. I know he will enjoy it. I should have told him that one of the things that I have always wanted to do was to buy him tickets so that he could realize his dream. Well... I hope that if someone ever reads about my grandfather Fausto they will also think about him if they ever travel to Europe.
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