(Warning: The events, people and locations in this story are purely fictional and are not intended on represent any real events or some real country, any similarity with real historical events are purely coincidental)

During all this series of texts, i was sometimes mentioned various of my ancestors, but i didn't given them too much importance, unlike the political history of this country, so, in this time, i will talk specially about some of my ancestors.

Juan Alfonso Villavicencio was my great grandfather, he was born on January 16th, 1918 in Madrid, Spain, in a bourgeois family, his father was a veteran of the Spanish - U.S. war of 1898 called Ignacio José Villavicencio, who fought in Cuba agaisnt U.S. Invasion, and later decided to became a Businessman with different companies, and her mother was a woman called Francisca Josefina Allende, she used to work in the sewing industries.

So Juan lived since he was a child on a rich family, no problems, anything, but his father doesn't liked that his son wasn't doing nothing in his life, so when Juan celebrated his 18th birthday in 1936, Ignacio said to him:

"-Congratulations son! You're finally an adult, and now, i don't want useless children, so you must make something useful with your life"

And Juan replied with a sad voice:

"Uhm... Ye- yes father, i-i will do something"

I need to say, Ignacio was such a demanding father, he always wanted that his son was the best on everything, like when Juan was a kid who went to school, Ignacio always pressured Juan to always get good grades in every subject, and if he failed an exam, Ignacio always said to Juan:

"-JUAN, YOU'RE AN USELESS AND TERRIBLE, AND IF YOU DIDN'T IMPROVE, YOU WILL BE THE DISSAPOINTMENT OF THE FAMILY"

And sadly, Juan's mother wasn't too much different, she always said to Juan:

"-Your father is right"

So Juan grew up with the pressure of not desappointing his parets, and that same year (1936) Spanish Civil War began, so Juan decided to join the Spanish Republican Army and win military glory just like his father, who didn't fought in the civil war, because he was already retired.

In the war, he met some friends in that same army, one friend called Mauricio, Juan and Mauricio normally liked to talk about their lifes, or telling some jokes about the enemy, and they became best friends during the whole war.

But sadly for Juan, this frienship was ended too soon, because in 1938, they we're fighting in the Battle of the Ebro River, agaisnt the Nationalist Army, the battle was intense, but Juan saw how its best friend Mauricio was killed by the nationalists.

Juan saw it, his best friend was dead, his eyes, went wet, the tears fell, he started to cry hard, His dear partner of war was now a dead piece of flesh.

He had such a traumatic experience during the war, he fought, he saw atrocities from both bands, he lost many friends in the war, and in 1939, the war ended with the nationalist victory, and the General Francisco Franco became the dictator of Spain.

Even if the war was lost, Ignacio was happy of seing his song following his steps, and Juan's parents also knew Spain wasn't safe anymore for him, so in 1940 Ignacio said to Juan:

"-I'm proud of you, my dear son... You finally tried something not useless for once, But this country isn't safe anymore for you, Franco maybe want to kill you, so we must send you to the New World..."

So Juan was sended by his parents to the United States of America, with economical help of his parents. Juan didn't liked too much living in that country, the anglo supremacism, the xenophobia, and some other things, made Juan didn't liked the U.S. he missed Spain too much, he didn't knew almost nothing of English, even with that, he found a way to stay some years in U.S.

Until in 1955, he heard about a former Spanish Colony who recently gained its independence, and had a very stable economy, Juan inmmediatly took all of his savings and went to that country, he was already a 37 years old man, but he was still single, because he didn't met any good girl that he liked, anyways, that country that he went, was Leoland... The Leolandian Repúblic, where a new story was about to start...

(To be continued...)