This past week my grandma past away. She was a strong woman, a catalan immigrant who alongside my grandpa moved with their family to the other side of the planet during the aftermath of the Second World War. They were looking for a place to start a new life and leave their past behind so that they could give their children a better future. And it was in Panama where they ended up, a small country where they raised their children and where decades later became grandparents to me, my brother and all my cousins. Today I remember her as a hardworking and restless woman from whom I got my passion for cooking, my control freakness and my emigrant gene. She was the one who taught me to be proud of my heritage, who taught me our language and our culture and who always reminded me that I was as much catalan as I was panamanian. Today I can only think of her with love and with admiration, and when my time comes I would like to be remembered for at least half of the accomplishments that she had in her life. Mami, iaia, avia… T’estimo i et trobaré a faltar… molt…
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