It heartbreaking to hear now, thirty years later, the stories of those who report the alleged disappearance or theft of their babies.
I have endured the pain for thirty years, one after another, seeing things clearly, not to say goodbye to their children, "allegedly" killed. With hope, true or false, they are men and women of thirties, who go around the world, calling mom or dad to others.
On the other hand, imagine that people who received these children from the hands of fraudulent health personnel Zamacola Residence will be blowing candles with them, watching their years, and also reminding families that their children were taken from them false .
And to make matters worse, it is heartbreaking that this, again, has happened again, or come to light (do not know if they have happened in more places throughout), in my Cádiz.
Those secrets, so far, are buried in the hallways and delivery rooms of the old Zamacola today Puerta del Mar. The hospital where I was born. Luckily I look like my parents. But how often these parents have gone, down the street, watching kids of his age, watching his eyes, his hair, his face ... where will the mine or mine? Hopefully
Justice horny we have in this blessed country, to clarify something together, even thirty years later, parents and children.
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