Family History Part 2: Who was Tony, really?

Tony

This is another atypical post as it treats my family history, whereas I normally write about travel related matters. Nonetheless this may have some general interest for the twists and turns it brings. In my experience it was a mystery-like in slow motion.

My motherś sister Anna aka Annette was married twice, first to a fellow named Mike Rini on March 17,1928. All I know about him is that he was a pharmacist who died in 1940. Annette was a good natured woman who then met a jolly good fellow we knew as Uncle Tony, last name Nunez, and that’s about all us kids we knew about him.

They married on May 4, 1946. At some point he became a roofer. We were told had his own company. He built a lovely house in Rockville Center, Long Island NY. I have many fond memories of that house. There were many fine Italian meals and the occasional paella on the Sundays we made the two hour, 50 mile drive from Pearl River. The drive seemed interminable to me as a child of 3 or so when I first went there.

I am told Tony was very fond of me, why I do not know. Tony fed me caracoles – snails (I still like them). I recall Annette making paella, although my brother says that Tony made the paellas. The rice dish they served up included pork, chicken and seafood, peas and the roasted red peppers you buy in a small jar. Valencianos shudder at the thought of this combination of ingredients yet this is what Americans generally know as paella, if they know anything about it at all, calling it a “paella de cosas,” a paella of things.

One day at the house in Long Island everyone was preparing for a wedding. I was standing by the door leading to the cellar facing Mathew’s bedroom at the end of the hall next to the small bathroom- there was another larger one behind me. Whack! Tony opened the door, hitting me in the head with the door knob- that’s how small I was at the time. This was probably in 1953 as I doubt that before age three I have memories. I cried loudly. I remember him expressing great regret, although of course he could not have known I was there. He and my father whisked me off to the emergency room for a few of what must have been painful stitches. I think we went to the wedding right after but I have no memory of it, nor any idea who was getting married, but I remember the hospital room or doctor’s office.

I also remember when Tony died. I was in August of 1953, so I was three, going on four. I recall Annette telling me that she found him in dead in bed. She said he liked to eat bacon deep fried in olive oil, blaming this for his early death. I remember feeling sad, without really understanding anything other than he was not coming back and he ate too much bacon.

Everybody loved Tony. Every photo I saw of him showed a smiling guy, a little round and rather short. He was sorely missed.

Annette died of a stroke in 1985, as I recall. It was some time after that my mother told “us” (who exactly she told I do not know, as I was not there) that when Tony died a lawyer representing a Spanish women sent her a letter demanding money. She claimed to be Tony’s wife. My mother said that Annette cut a sizable check to settle the claim. Apparently Annette found the claim to be credible. I recall that the amount was something like $10,000, a substantial sum in those days.

That was the last development in the matter until in 2016 I received a message from someone who said she was my uncle Tony’s granddaughter.

What? Tony had a grand daughter?

Her name is Cristina. She told me that Tony’s full name was Antonio Nuñez Pazos. I had never heard the second last name and in fact I had never given the matter of his last names a second though even though I knew about Spanish naming practices since before I spent the summer of 1967 in Spain. I learned that he was born on October 16, 1903, per the interment document that she sent me.  This document records his date of birth and death. I knew his approximate death date and this appears to be him.

Cristina said that his wife’s name was Maria Samperdro Nuñez.  The three children were named  Frank, Consuelo (both deceased) and Tony, from Palmiera, Spain, which is southwest of Santiago de Compostela in Galicia, part of a town called Riveira.  Their family story, like ours,  says our Tony left Spain after the civil war. Not long ago, though, I discovered that he entered Ellis Island in 1936. Cristina recounted that Tony sent money back regularly through friends or contacts who worked on the ships going between the US and Spain.  Once he entered the armed services the communication and the payments stopped. They presumed he had died in the war.

I found records of Tony landing in New York in 1936. He arrived on the SS Washington departing from Le Havre, France. We all had presumed that Tony immigrated to the US to escape the ravages of post-Civil war Spain. It made sense: Franco was murdering opponents by the hundreds of thousands during the post Civil War period. Mass graves have even been recovered in the 2000’s. However there is a record of Antonio Nuñez Pazos at Ellis Island with his birth date and place of birth, which makes me wonder if he fought in the Civil War at all. In addition he entered the US on multiple occasions. He worked on merchant ships that went from Spain to the Caribbean or Central America and then to the New York City.

Christina wrote that his oldest son Francisco (Frank) came to the US around 1950. Somehow he learned that Tony was still alive, and went to see him. That must have led to a difficult conversation, as Frank would have viewed Tony as having abandoned his family.

.Given how well loved Tony was in my family, this was quite a shock. Perhaps he had his reasons, but if so, I do not see how we will ever learn what they were. I do not think that Annette knew of Tony’s family at the time of their marriage. She was pretty straight laced and would not harm a fly. It seems just as unlikely that she learned of his family when Frank found Tony. Her learning that he was a bigamist would have caused quite the storm and provided grounds for annulment from the nearest Catholic bishop, and Anneette would likely have made a beeline to the cathedral.

Maria cared for Tony’s parents in her house until they died.  She then came to the US, I do not know when. She lived in New Jersey as did her two oldest children. Most of the family remains in NJ to this day.  Her son Frank took her to Tony’s grave, where I think Annette is buried.  Apparently Maria never saw Tony after he immigrated.  When Cristina’s father Tony came to the US in 1959 (he must have been in his 20’s) he visited the grave.  Maria died in 1988.

Where from? A story about Sicily

We’d been living in Spain for 6 or 7 years when at an ex-pat event I started talking to a fellow named Jim. Often these conversations revolve around immigration and other ex-pat issues. At some point the conversation turn to the legal basis for our residency in Spain. I explained that we are Italian citizens (dual with the US) so we can live anywhere in the EU.

“How did you get Italian citizenship,” he asked. I explained that if you can show that a grandparent or parent was born in Italy you qualify for Italian citizenship. In my case my maternal grandfather was born in Italy. “Where in Italy?” ” Sicily, ” I replied. “Really? Mine too. Where in Sicily?” “Partanna,” I told him and he said, “No kidding! Mine too!”

Well that’s quite the coincidence! Partanna is just a tiny rural village.

Then the conversation turned to various other matters and we made arrangements to meet again. “Where do you live,” I asked. He gave me the street name. “No kidding,me too!” We still live just a block apart, some five years later, and still meet from time to time at our bakery and elsewhere.

A flood survivor’s story

We have friends in Picanya. We saw yesterday them for the first time since the flood. I sat with ‘M,’ whose house is located on the Rambla del Poyo, the normally empty gully that serves as drainage for the hills to the west. The Rambla is about 75 meters wide by about 15 meters deep and looks quite capable of holding a substantial amount of flood water as it almost always dry except for a little trickle in the center.

On the day of the flood, October 29, her daughter ‘D’ called to say she was coming by to get her son as it was starting to hail. She was in a nearby town where she had driven with her daughter, and did not want to be out in the weather. She got to her mother’s house, retrieved the son and went home, just in time. It was not raining in Picanya.

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The pedestrian bridge was here
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Flood waters hitting the bridge.
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M was reading when she heard a whooshing sound. She thought it had started to rain. Then whooshing again. She arose to look out the front window. Horror and fright gripped her. A vast and high speed wall of water was flashing by, rising to within a meter or a meter and a half of her balcony on the main floor, about 3 meters above the street. M looked down the stairs. The water rose to the seventh step as she watched. She knew that whatever was on the ground floor would be ruined or at least mud soaked if it was still there.

Her house has three levels, ground, main and second. She climbed the stairs to the top. Relatives started to call to find out how she was: alone, still safe and dry, but trembling. In the meantime her son S was about a kilometer away at the metro station, waist deep in water. He made it out safely.

The roar of the waters subsided. When able, she descended the stairs to street level. Her large and beautiful curved top wooden door was on the floor, battered and swollen. She would not be able to use it, and a replacement would cost up to €6000, as it is hand made from high quality lumber. There are many such doors in this town. Her car had been ripped out of the garage along with the door that had been closed when the raging waters slammed it. It was down the street. The back of her house was littered with tall cane stalks, a tire and assorted stuff. Clothing and other items she and relatives stored on the ground floor were ruined, although D could not bear to part with a few things filled with memories.

A little more than a month later, after two weeks in her son’s girlfriend’s house, M is back home. The water and electricity are back. She is still boiling the water although she says the authorities say it is safe to drink. The car, a nice BMW perhaps five years old with low mileage, is a total loss. The metal gate entrance gate is still intact and working so she is safe from intruders, although when she was gone L, D’s husband, stayed there some nights while her son stayed others.

D lives close by in a 5 story apartment building, occupying a top floor flat, safe from the flood waters’ immediate effects. The apartments on the first level were flooded. One of the occupants with a child stayed with D until they were able to get to an apartment in Valencia city. There was no water as the main pump was damaged. Soldiers and fireman came to pump the water out of the basement garage. They lost whatever was stored there- typically there are storage units, called trasteros, in these garages. The elevator’s door was broken and its electrics ruined.

D is a psychologist. She owns and directs a residence for people with mental health challenges in a nearby town. She was not able to get to work. While her husband tried to save their car by removing it from the underground garage before the flood waters rose too high, at street level it was still damaged beyond repair. She rented a rental car from the train station in Valencia – how she got there I do not know – so she can now get to work. There were enough employees who lived close to the facility or who stayed in it to allow it to keep functioning. That town was also flooded but the facility remained safe enough to avoid evacuating residents. Her brother also works in the same field but in a different facility. His car is a total loss. He was able to borrow a car for a while but now is trying to find another so he can get to work.

The metro to Picanya still is out of service. Cars still sit on the tracks there.

Car on the metro tracks in Picanya

Soldiers stayed in the day care center while working in the town. The center has now reopened. The elementary school reopened as well.

We met them yesterday at a shopping center near us. They have lost all their holiday decorations as well as clothing and other items so they drove here. While there is an over-abundance of donated items in the town from caring and generous contributors from all over, and World Central Kitchen has been fabulous, coming every day for weeks, there are still many things they need that they can not get locally.

M seems much exhausted by the ordeal. She can not summon the will to do her normal holiday meal where for years she hosted relatives. They are doing the holiday meals, and she will not have to lift a finger.

Photos and videos by M, reproduced with permission

Volunteers providing meals

We joined a hundred or so volunteers are helping at Valencia’s World Central Kitchen to provide hot meals for people in locations effected by the floods of a month ago.

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They are very well organized. When we arrived, we first had to check in. I was not registered so they took my name and phone number. You can register on Telegram if you have the group link. Then we visited the assignment board. Two volunteers had a long list of activities. The cooking was already started so there were three sections for packaging the food. Then there was the delivery process, broken down by location. Each activity had the number of people needed notated with phone numbers.

At the packaging stations, there was a table set up to receive the huge paella pans. Two or three people placed portions in the sturdy containers. These were passed down to several people who installed the lids. Then people placed the containers in large gray insulated boxes. These were then placed in vans either provided by volunteers or rented by WCK.

There were no shortages of materials or labor. There was coffee for the volunteers and a bathroom that looked totally normal that had been dropped in by WCT when they arrived.

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WCT was founded 2010 by Spanish American chef José Andrés to help in Haiti in the aftermath of the earthquake. It has served millions of meals since then. They are sometimes located in war zones, and there have been several fatalities.

Bulgaria’s Complexities

I have long seen Bulgaria as just a small, insignificant, and now former communist country in Eastern Europe. We went there primarily because it is one of the two EU countries we had not visited. Now that I have been there, my curiosity has been aroused, and I have learned more about this country and the forces that complicate its functioning. The following complicating factors are in no particular order.

1: The United States has has just two neighbors to deal with, Canada and Mexico, and Spain has just France and Portugal, to give two examples. Many countries have similar situations. But Bulgaria is bordered by Romania to the north, Greece and Turkey to the south, North Macedonia, Serbia and Kosovo to the west. Some of these are Islamic, some Orthodox Christian, with ethnic Turk, Slav and Roma and other populations. War and natural disasters could bring waves of immigrants into Bulgaria.

2: Bulgaria is in the Balkans. Many wars have been fought in this area, most recently in the 1991 and 2001 involving the countries of the former Yugoslavia. In the First Balkan War (1912-13), Greece, Serbia, Montenegro and Bulgaria declared war on the Ottoman Empire. In the Second Balkan War (1913), Bulgaria attacked the countries it was aligned with in fighting the Ottomans! Then Romania attacked from from the north, and the Ottomans regained some of the territory they lost to Bulgaria. Going back in time we see the area conquered by the Ottomans. In the 6th to 3rd century BC, the region was a battleground for ancient Macedonians, Thracians, Persons and Celts before the arrival of the Pax Romana. The latter is recorded on Trajan’s column in Rome.

3: I have long been confused by the term ‘The Balkans,” and it’s not just me. In fact there is good reason for the confusion: the term is ambiguous. The word itself comes from the Balkan mountain range that extends through the entirety Bulgaria and into Serbia. The term “The Balkans” usually includes Albania, Bosnia, Herzegovina, Bulgaria, Greece, Kosovo, Montenegro, North Macedonia, European Turkey, oddly just the coast of Romania, and strangely most but not all of Serbia and, weirdly, large parts of Croatia but not all of it. Sometimes it includes all of Romania, Serbia and Croatia, and just the southern parts of Slovenia. Then there are references to something called the Balkan peninsula, a quasi geographical term. It adds Albania and Greece to the list. To add even further to the confusion, the Balkan Peninsula is not a peninsula, say the geographers, and even if it were, most of these countries are not on it. And in lieu of the term Balkans, some just say “Southeastern Europe.” But who knows exactly where that is?

4: Bulgaria sits precisely in the path between Turkey and the rest of Europe. The Ottomans marched to the gates of Vienna before being turned away for the final time in the 18th century. To get to Vienna the Ottomans had to have control first of all of the country we now call Bulgaria. While the Turks are now confined to its borders, Bulgaria is still are motivated to keep an eye open to its south. And the north. And the west. And the Russians. They are looking intently at what is happening in Ukraine and what the EU and the US are doing, and not doing. None of these countries can fend off Russian on its own.

5: The Bulgarians have been under foreign control since the Roman era at least, except for 68 years in the early 20th century (1878-1946) and between 1989 and the present. That just 101 years out of around 6000. Bulgaria became a principality in 1878, with full independence coming in 1908.. Ottoman control meant the suppression of Bulgarian culture. For example, churches had to look like ordinary buildings. To achieve a higher status you had to convert to Islam, which helped your tax situation as well. Many “Islamified” their names to fit in better with the predominant power. The country fell under the Russian yoke in 1946, a domination that lasted until 1989. Bloc

Given all this foreign domination and the cultural cross currents implied by its history and geography, it is no wonder that the Bulgarians find self government to be difficult. Since 2021 they just keep holding election after election when the latest coalition falls apart. The Italians have done the same since the end of WWII, the Belgians were without a government for years, France has a delicate arrangement keeping out Le Pen, so these unstable coalitions need not ruin everything, nor bring the end of democracy let alone self-rule. The bureaucrats keep things going. And no one said democracy was easy, nor perfect, just better than dictatorship and foreign domination or outright rule.

 

Bulgarian Traditional Folk Dance

In days gone by we did international folk dancing with groups in Florida and Pennsylvania. I led the group in Pennsylvania for several years. Among our favorite dances were those that came from Bulgaria. While in Sofia we found a performance at a restaurant and walked the 1.8 kilometers for the performance starting at 8 pm. It was dark and pretty cold but the trip was worthwhile.

I shot the first video from our table, so there are interruptions and imperfections, but you can get a good feel for the event. Pretty good food and wine too, by the way, all for about $50. More about the Bulgarian cuisine to come. The second video is a performance of a professional group with professional filming.

Bulgaria and the fall of the Bloc

We visited the Socialist Art Museum and the Museum of National History in Sofia, both small museums. They are on opposite sides of the city, about 7 kilometers apart. We traversed the distance by city bus, scanning our credit cards to pay the fare. The Sofia we saw on the route is not pretty, unlike the city center where we are staying with its some sparkling monumental buildings, parks and public art. The center has a large pedestrian area lined with upscale shops, mostly ones I have never heard of unlike much of the rest of Europe where brands predominate. But here there’s only the dreary architecture of Communist era concrete block apartment buildings erected in response to the housing shortage in the lousy economy that characterized that era, and smaller, older and generally neglected housing.

First we went to the Socialist Art Museum. We assumed It would display the poster art we were familiar with, like the ones we saw in St.Petersburg, Russia, for example. Instead there are paintings, good ones too, mostly in oil, celebrating the life of working men and women.

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Night Threshing, 1954 Ivan Petrov

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After the Shift, Gaidarov

There is also a very long propaganda film touting the communist regime’s achievements. Everyone is smiling, there are lots of ceremonies with appearances by high government officials, a visit to the hometown of one of the Communist party heads complete with reconstructed humble home. Outside are dozens of statues, many of Lenin, as well as other big wigs and odes to the common man.

The Communist Party lost power in November 1989 when party head Zhivkov resigned and Bulgaria began the transition to a parliamentary democracy. In the Bulgarian History Museum, however, history ended in 1946. It’s not like people are afraid to talk about it. The one guide we met spoke about it freely on the way to Ploviv. He recounted how his father bought a new car. There was one car dealer, the government. He had to make a 50% down payment. Eleven years later his car was delivered. He ordered a red car. He was provided with a black one and had no choice in the matter. As was the case throughout the Eastern block, consumer goods were scarce, expensive and often of poor quality. There was no competition providing incentives. This sort of discussion is openly held, not a secret. And there are people who think things were better under that government, and they are not afraid to say so.

The first election in June 1990 was won by the Bulgarian Socialist Party, just a re-branding of the Communist party. Conditions remained difficult, as was the case in most countries of the Soviet block. After 2001 conditions improved greatly. Bulgaria became a member of NATO, joined the European Union and the single market in 2007. It’s orientation to western Europe followed not only the long period of Soviet domination, it also marked a change in attitude that went back to the 19th century. While the 1878 treaty gave the country its freedom from 500 years of domination by the Ottoman Turks, Bulgaria was angered by the Berlin treaty of 1887. That treaty lopped off a significant number of native Bulgarians from the 1878 principality. As a result of its anger toward the western European powers, Bulgaria backed Germany in both world wars. It handed over many of the country’s Jews but a popular outcry saved about 27,000 lives at the end.

These days the Bulgarians are struggling with democracy. They form coalition governments, and since 2021 there have been seven elections. My sense is that they very much appreciate their independence, whatever else they disagree about. There is no great desire to be part of any other country. Whatever it means that the National History Museum stops in 1946, it does not mean a desire to go back to the old days of Russian domination.

November 23, the state of things in Valencia

There is still a lot of clean up left to do. This photo shows this location unchanged since the flood. This does not signify a lack of effort but more likely insufficient resources despite nation-wide efforts. Valencia rejected offers from abroad which may have helped, coordination difficulties aside. From Las Provincias

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There are many volunteers at the Feria, a site normally used for expositions. It has large areas ideal for collecting and distributing donations. Large amounts go in and out, out on off road military transport vehicles that can go just about anywhere. Friends in Picanya report an abundance of goods and volunteers still. They are concerned that support will fall off too soon however. They also report that there is no school for the children. The day care center they use for their youngest is housing soldiers.

The metro is set to be fully operational as of December 6th. Green buses lent by Madrid are replacing metro service where possible in the meantime. Because the metro to the airport is not working you can go by bus or taxi. We went by taxi the other day. The driver took a route we’ve never been on before. He explained that the normal route is still closed to traffic due to flood damage. He also explained that taxi drivers were protesting recently over the local government’s decision to allow them to work seven days a week. They are normally limited to five. As a result of the loss of tourism including cruise ships there is less work for taxis now than before. The government mistakenly believes, he said, that because the metro is not working and some bus service has been disrupted that there is more demand for taxis. Now with seven day permission more taxis will be out looking for fares, resulting in them spending money just driving around.

I found this photo in an AP story. It shows the before and after satellite images of Valencia. AP story

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Sofia

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Sofia is situated on a plane set between hills and mountains, including ski areas within thirty minutes. This can make for a swinging descent all the way to the runway. This caused the young, brightly lipsticked English fluent Bulgarian woman seated between us to do the Bulgarian-Orthodox double cross as if this were her last, yet she does this trip frequently.

We were told clearly by a retired Bulgarian couple living in Valencia that this was not the best time of year to visit Sofia, nor was Sofia the best place to visit in Bulgaria. Plovdiv, they said, is much more beautiful. Take a bus tour, they said in their very good albeit Boris accented English. Of course we’d already laid the plans and were leaving the next day. It’s a young city architecturally, they explained, and little to brag about from a tourist perspective, though worth three days. I breathed a sigh of relief, as we have only five, take off one for the bus tour and we probably won’t die of boredom. As we flew in we could see it’s large collection of what we call Communist Blocks: apartment towers in all the grayness of concrete. Fortunately there are some sites of interest in Sofia.

We saw some after we meandered (being somewhat lost) to our roomy warm flat in the center, located in a turn of the century behemoth with an ugly entrance hall and an ancient elevator with no inner door and barely room for the three of us, as our landlord took us in to show us around. A tiny bit later we walked past the 6th century all brick Church of Saint Sofia on the way to the Patriarchal Cathedral of St. Alexander Nevsky, a magnificent structure not far from chez nous (our place). It has those beautiful if gaudy golden domes common to Orthodox architecture. As we came upon it the disharmonious bells rang out, perhaps to announce the solemn procession of the long bearded priests soon to begin. Check it out:

Inside are the huge portraits of venerated men on the tall walls, along with Mary and Joseph in the iconic Byzantine style. There are several icons to which the Orthodox pay their respects, bowing and kissing of the item. There is one icon in the very middle of the main aisle. After stopping there many were visiting another of the icons, then greeting other priests and the occasional lay visitor. It all looked very chummy, friendly, happy looking bunch.

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Shortly a large procession of all male priests began, following what was clearly the head priest, who diverted into a throned canopy to receive ring kisses, preceded by his sign of the cross blessing posted at breakneck speed. The priests then walked into the area behind the huge screen. You can see through its entrance but much remains invisible from the audience area.

It was dark and getting colder, on its way to -3c/25f overnight, so we started home. We came upon an outdoor market, festively lighted and wafting aromas of sausage and baked goods and emoting enough good cheer to get you through the long cold winter nights.

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Sausages galore. Some lovely baked yummies. Wine, which according to our air travel companion is the favorite beverage over beer. For dinner we ordered a white made by the restaurant we chose for dinner, which turned out to be a rather odd tasting Sauvigon Blanc. Hoping for better. The salad, which the Bulgarians consume in great variety, was not, on the other hand, a disappointment.

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More to come!

Update November 11-15, 2024

Friends report the presence of many volunteers in their communities, including some from Madrid and Barcelona. There are many heartwarming stories of efforts to provide on site assistance, food, clothing, shelters for pets and pet food.

Oscar Puente, head of Transportation, says that lines C1 and C2 of “Cercanías” (regional trains) will be reopened before Christmas, perhaps C5 and C6 as well. Line C3,the one going south, suffered the most damage. A reopening date has not been estimated. He went on to say that the main highways should be more fully operational in the near future. Secondary and smaller roads are going to take months. On the A7 they are building a bypass for military and emergency access. The A3 to the south was closed due to a collapsed bridge, but they are paving an alternative route. The 330 should be open by now. Source La Sexta

Mazon, the President of the Generalitat (Valencia province) apologized for the much delayed warning. Some 130,000 showed up at the Ayuntamiento (City Hall) in downtown Valencia to protest. There was another protest at the Borja Palace.

On November 11, 2024, La Dirección General de Tráfico says there were more than 22 kilometers backed up. Various important roads in the effected areas are still closed to traffic: the A-7 between Quart de Poblet and Torrent, the CV-33 in Torrent, the CV-36 from Picanya to the A-7, the CV-50 in Chiva. There are 31 smaller routes that are not usable at all.

We took the bus to El Perelló, .located on the beach to the south. Just outside Valencia city we drove past huge numbers of damaged vehicles. We saw no damage to property the entire distance to El Perelló other than the expansion of the lake, called the Albufera. Some farmland is underwater on the east and northern sides. The beaches are littered with reeds. These no doubt came from the Albufera and were washed out to sea before being carried back in. We saw about a half dozen Guardia Civil on horseback looking for bodies. Access to the beach is blocked north of the Estany de la Plana in El Perelló.

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Debris washed up in El Perelló.

Reports from a friend in Catarroja: One of the first things they did was to clean out the storm sewers, removing mud and debris. Heavy rains this week would have resulted in additional flooding.

The bus information screen informed us that fishing in the Albufera has been suspended until conditions return to normal. The Rambla del Poyo that funneled the flood waters empties into the Albufera, causing the conditions leading to the prohibition. Emergency workers have been combing the reeds looking for bodies carried by the Rambla del Poyo.

The screen provided recommendations to volunteers working in effected areas. Equipment: mask, gloves, rubber boots, long sleeves and trousers (no shorts), head and eye cover. They are telling people not to eat or drink while in those zones, and to not put mobile phones next to your face and ears until you have sanitized all surfaces. Where there is no running water people can not use toilets so may be forced to go outdoors. Sewer lines may be broken, spilling sewage. There may be toxic materials in the mud and standing water.

See Las Provincias for photos of clean up efforts.

November 9th, the recovery continues

The death total has reached 212. Five children are confirmed dead in the flood. Two are missing per the latest reports. Policía Nacional y la Guardia Civil have 28 cases of missing persons as of November 12, down from 50 the day before.

No victims were found in the parking lot at the MN4 mall in Alfafar.

Debris and vehicle removal continues but there are mountains to move. The first step is to clear a path for pedestrians and vehicles by piling everything on one side, opening one lane.

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Calle Calvario, Torrent
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Volunteers by the thousands showing up. This is in Catarroja. Photo by Aubrey Lay.
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Day care center in Picanya.

Maribel Alblat, the mayor of Paiporta, probably the most seriously effected community, called the “delegada del Gobierno” Pilar Bernabé García, charged with central government activities in the province, at 7 pm on the day of the flood. “People are dying,” she said. It took an hour before the massive alert was issued. That meant that thousands more were in their vehicles when the flood waters hit.

The Spanish Meteorological Agency (AEMET) had issued orange alerts the day before the floods for heavy rain. The president of Valencia province Carlos Arturo Mazon has been heavily criticized for the lack of timely response. The Spanish Prime Minister Pedro Sanchez has also been criticized although it appears that the primary initial response must lie with local officials versus those in Madrid.

Mazon, the Partido Popular leader (conservative), voted against a recent proposal to introduce measures that would prevent the risk of floods along the Mediterranean coast. (Alex Dunham and Conor Faulkner – alex.dunham@thelocal.com, 5 Nov, 2024 CET. Updated: Tue 5 Nov 2024 14:30 CE).

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Rambla del Poyo in Picanya. You can see the supports for the pedestrian bridge (in yellow)
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Volunteer clean up in Picanya

Many people use bottled gas in their homes. Some have to wait in lines for hours for replacement bottles. Water and electricity has returned to at least parts of Catarroja according to a friend of mine with family in the area.

A Spanish Navy vessel landed Monday bringing 104 marines to assist in recovery efforts. There are over 5,000 soldiers already in the area. The ship brought trucks loaded with food, water, support materials, and two SH-60F helicopters. Daily World

Schools in about half of the effected areas are set to reopen on Monday, November 11.

The Ford factory is resuming daytime operations. Further opening will depend on the transport situation. Roads to the effected areas and beyond has been heavily effected, especially during rush hour. The closure of the Metro has forced more people into cars and buses. From Torrent to Valencia took 15 minutes by metro now takes 3+ hours by road. https://www.lasprovincias.es/valencia/incomunicacion-torrent-tardar-minutos-llegar-valencia-metro-20241108142255-nt.html

Various fund raising efforts are underway. Last night we attended the tour of the Antiguo Almacen de Dientes. There were more than 50 people in attendance and many more who bought tickets but did not attend.

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Source of the above information is the online version of Las Provincias unless otherwise indicated.

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