With his death a whole person leaves, jovial, happy, talkative, cultured, lively, gastronomic and inveterate traveler. In my time at TVE, I coincided many times in bookmarking meetings and in affectionate meals with editors and authors of name, and in this idle and attractive time Conchita’s vein emerged as a woman with a lot of character, friendly, direct, commercial and with a backwardness very of this northern north. She was an activist wrapped in books, knowledgeable as few of the social and political reality of a region drowned by difficult and confusing moments, but always positive in her approaches. A book businesswoman who should never die because people like her are sorely needed in these times. Conchita suddenly went to that biblical paradise when she enjoyed life on earth the best and most. She lived as she wanted, she loved existence, she wanted and let herself be loved and the best of all was her affability and love for her loved ones, for her business, for her workers … But above all, Conchita was an authentic woman, a happy person, a Phoenician businessman and a Greek Aspasia who loved culture and who more than fulfilled her vital task. Solidarity hugs for your passion for life and your enthusiasm for booksellers.
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