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"Bal d'Onsella" shows a landscape with a strong identity, rich in subtleties and nuances

The book Bal d'Onsella. The colors of silence , Jordi Longás be presented on Friday October 1 at 19:30 pm in the Centro Aragonés de Barcelona .

Present the book writer Joseph Arbués Posat.

The Bal d'Onsella is a solitary, barely known, discreet ... and beautiful. And in the valley, at the dawn of the four seasons, all elements combine to shape a landscape wonderfully sober. Land, water, sky ... play and confused, a thousand colors show, created unusual forms and whimsical, to give us a place with a strong identity. Without fanfare, halfway between the Monegros and greenery of the Pyrenees, at the Bal d'Onsella combine the characteristics of upland with Frescal of the mountain. Perhaps because of this, because it is rich in subtleties and nuances, its landscape is not given easily. Required to be, walk, eyes open, to resist the cold and heat. Well we can say that understand and appreciate it is hard work and patience. But if you persevere you can capture something of its ancient essence and discover the dynamism that lies in the passing of the year. Jordi

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The author though born in Barcelona in 1960, descended from Isuerre in where he has spent long periods since his childhood. After publishing six books and hundreds of articles devoted primarily to the Pyrenees and hiking, we are now offering this beautiful and complete picture of the Bal d'Onsella. The photographs, taken at different times and different years, show the richness and uniqueness of the valley, to the joy of those who know and have walked and to the surprise of the curious traveler. Also for the consciousness of beauty encouraging the spirit to be concerned about preserving this gem of the Aragonese heritage. With this book is to contribute to the necessary organization of memory, useful to see-Nidera generations, and also to develop self-esteem of those who loved and fought for this land. Longás, Lobera, Isuerre, Gordon, Urries, Navardún, Undués de Lerda and Sos del Rey Catolico, ancient and often forgotten, beautiful and beloved, they deserve this tribute.

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Side V - September 2010



a couple of months ago I sent everything to hell and took a flight to the unknown, I left the blog because I thought it would not be able to continue, however and so I followed.
Now the circumstances have changed again and it is likely that now the break is serious, so here I leave a final dose of music for the eyes and even then I sincerely hope that is enough then.

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The Lord of the 'Fly' Peace and quiet

Republican fighter Mosca, with its pilot. - A. ADAR / F. RAMONEDA

I sat in the dust at the edge of the airfield runway forgotten to dream of the old drivers. Men who rose from here to the sky lit with light and sustained courage to the faint hope of not falling. I imagined them in the sky blue fury involved in their summer air exciting adventure and freedom, and for a moment I felt part of their dazzling world of limitless horizons, where certainty and only have the beauty becomes an airy quality to the ubiquity of danger.

"This field, Santa Oliva, was 72 years ago based on several squadrons of the Group 21 game," he explained on Wednesday between sweltering Arnabat Ramon, director of the Center Research and Documentation on War and Republican Aviation Civil. Under the expert eyes of Arnabat, field crops and vineyards in the Penedès regains its former appearance, the airfield back to life and fly airplanes and Chato new roll onto the tracks. "One of the three runways was exactly the direction of the road between the two rows of olive trees in that house, Cal Sereno, was installed and field staff in that house was the operational commander." We walked to the small building half hidden in a pine forest on the edge of the airfield. He entered the house in ruins in which could be just a table and a telephone from which the field boss ordered the departure of the squadron. Looking out the window long imagine the feverish activity, noise, the swarm of deadly devices. The roof is full of wasp nests.

today lacks the dramatic landscape but the airfields (Pacs, Sabanell, Els Monjos) were watered with blood: accidents, five pilots killed in the crash in Santa Oliva, one to go very touched (and fly fighters, magnificent in the air , to land you were so damn!), strafing and bombing. I came here in the scorching late August following the trail of an aviator, Juan Ramos Vilardaga, pilot cars Polikarpov I-16 Mosca, who flew in from Santa Oliva hunting missions. De Ramos (Ripoll, 1916-Barcelona, \u200b\u200b2005) have just released their unpublished memoir of war extraordinary Death to death!, Spain 1936-1939 (Lectio Editions), by which deserves to be part of the elite squad of our favorite pilots. Not very literary-Ramos is not a Saint-Exupéry (whom he admired), or a Richard Hillary, not a James Salter, and rather politically incorrect (consider that Franco recalcitrant "as shoot" today as the 18th July 1936), the reports are, however exciting, are singularly anti-war and are not free of emotion and poetry to describe the beauty of flight. For Ramos, let me emphasize, value is simply endure fear.

Our man, a brave believed antihero, who had an enviable size and cocky to Brando gave the ratafia, was pilot of the legendary 1 st Squadron flies whose emblem was Betty Boop. "Life is for living and to enjoy it in all its intensity," wrote the Communist flyer that describes the Civil War "bloody English Civil War." In the strangeness of his tone which attests to talk about their victories do not gloat: "I could look ten times (with some certainty) how an enemy aircraft fire fell because of the gusts that I had shot him." And without steal none of the awfulness of the matter: "At pilots who manned the ten aircraft are not the end, what happened to them. I wish, really, ten still living but unfortunately I think most of those poor people died of the horrible way imaginable ... burned alive. "Graduate of the Brothers of Christian Schools Manlleu, Ramos joined the aviation weapon in 1937 with 21 years and took the course for drivers in the USSR, Kirovabad. Do not think I had an idealized vision of air warfare peliculera, of tissues in the neck, red barons (well, yes red), sweeping goggles and sportsmanship. No: the fighting in the sky are "a beast", a mixture of hatred, anger, and sadism, and attraction to danger.

When you remember the fate of the pilots killed, Ramos makes me think of the most famous burnt: Steinhoff, burning in the reactor, the attractive male face of Mr. Luftwaffe become melted wax, Hillary, horribly burned in his Spitfire and, melted eyelids could only sleep laying eyes ... Ramos has the time he saw a comrade of twenty years from the chin to the eyes had a monstrous hole. "I told myself I would never visit a partner in a hospital with a burned face. Otherwise I do not know if I'd had the guts enough to return to catch a plane and go forward. "

But the lord of the flies also experienced the evil side of aerial hunting, feel" the transformation of being civilized uncontrolled beast "who shoots with a vengeance the four machine guns his plane spraying deadly enemy plane's fuselage, the "joy of seeing his slow decline," the "morbid" noting that the rival does not jump with a parachute, which "will give the thud. A flash of fire" The end of your enemy, fuck. "

With Ramoneda I've known the" pee of fear ", which is before you get to the cockpit for takeoff, the way a Russian instructor I called you an asshole, the desire to catch a brilliant Messerschmitt 109 (knocked down four, and six Fiats) and what is involved in a battle of fighters: aircraft falling tracing trails of smoke in the wind like the hair of a woman, others bits entering lightning-parachutes that open "like a big flower with its bright silk under the sun." The air war in Spain was often a matter of glands. Ramos explains how to return a service in which they had chosen not to attack each enemy bombers, the Republican head of the game snapped the squadron's attributes were not set properly and that they had to do was "to pant ". So a day following the victim, missing more, threw his group of seven flies fifty fighters against Franco ... Takes panties, commander!

Ramos, although rough, writes in his book things like: "Everything included the fact that flying was beautiful." And remember with happiness the crazy aerial stunts and the way in Kirovabad bustards were followed during training flights and airplanes, playing with dolphins in the sky.

After visiting the old aerodrome, Arnabat took me to the home they own in Santa Margarida i els Monjos. There are a number of wonderful things to be displayed in the future interpretation center spaces Republican aviation, fighter models, posters, a German bomb of 250 kilos and genuine leather coat a pilot flies, which could well have Ramoneda dress and I stayed with fetishistic desire to prove myself.

then drove back to the airfield in Santa Oliva. I sat down on the edge of the runway and plunged into the flight of the swallows, I began to wait patiently for the return of the old pilots, and the return of the adventure.

article Jacinto Antón August 28 newspaper El Pais referred to the book Death to death! Spain 1936-1939. War Memoirs of a fighter pilot, fighter Republic of Joan Ramos Vilardaga.