The works council of Mallorca Railway Services (SFM) expressed on Monday its "deep sorrow and dismay" at the serious train accident that occurred in Adamuz, a tragedy they feel "as their own" and for which they send all their support to the victims, their families and the workers of Renfe and Iryo.

Saint Anthony's Day unites faith and enthusiasm. Social class, economic status, and even age. The quintessential festival for those from outside the city needs no explanation. Aware of all its virtues, the celebration in Manacor has once again displayed the perfect blend of artistry in its critique and empathy for tragedy.

We picked up my godmother and headed straight up to the cemetery. All Saints' Day had passed days ago. The explosion of flowers now looks more like a still-life painting, reminding us that we're already late. However, if it weren't for my godmother, neither my mother nor I would ever visit that place. I wonder if, when she can no longer do it, someone will take over. If it were up to me, I wouldn't even know how to find the entrance gate to drive in, so it's she who, every now and then, guides me: "No, honey, go further ahead. It's a very big gate, you'll see it." To find the blog where our relatives are buried, I also need her directions: "The second street on the left." We parked the car and organized ourselves to decide who would visit first. It never ceases to amaze me how practicality intrudes in moments when you should seemingly be guided by instinct or impulsiveness. It's as if the attempt to be sensible numbs our insides a little.