The news came like a bang and it was incredible to me. These days are difficult and at every step you stumble over with what you don’t want to know, what you don’t want to hear.
Andy died. A short sentence. A message that hits hard like a punch. Two phone rings and someone who tells me what I think is nonsense and I call looking for what I want to hear: that the news is false, or a bad joke, but no, they confirm that he died at dawn.
They ask me to write something, something is not enough; it is not possible to say at the gallop of this time that someone so close has left. It is difficult from today to name Andy Duardo Martín, the journalist, the president of the UPEC in Mayabeque in the past.
It is that life knows of those essential people, of those who provide you with security and peace, of those who believe that everything is possible, that obstacles are removed and stronger reasons are planted to annihilate what hinders.
It is strange to say that there will no longer be among us someone who has always been present, who has responded without delay to the call of journalists, always affable, always with a smile.
Andy has died, a consecrated professional example, of a good companion, husband, father, grandfather, friend, it is difficult to write … at this hour, there are no words, sadness and doubt still inhabit.
