Had hung antique prints of the institution in the walls of the corridor, and in several of them could see the photos of the grandfather, along with the band that ran at that time. Then we went to the Office of the director of the band of that moment, (of name Victor paintings) he introduced me, and I expressed my concern. I listened very carefully, but without looking at me, then at one point he ordered one of his subordinates, go to file, and find if there was any score of my grandfather. Meanwhile I continued with my monologue, because he only responded to me with an aja or a mmm. After a while he returned the junior, with a WAD of paper pentagramadas and written, (were about 15 or 16), with great excitement I started them to review, and they were indeed scores of fist and letter of my grandfather. They were complete marches for the procession of the gentleman of the miracles, composed by the same.
The impressive thing about the case was that by perceiving the smell and aroma of cardboard and ink, (despite its dryness) rebelled in me, as in a movie, all that passage of my childhood. Is me rebelo the presence of my grandfather sitting on his desk and giving me the first music theory classes. I finished my review and read all the scores began to bundle them again to send back them, and then something unusual happened. Victor pictures, director of the band of that moment, I said: are yours take them, how? I asked him. If they are yours, take them, before that he repent me. I took them, and went out of the military compound, as being part of my life between my arms. As he was leaving the courtyard of honor, hear a voice that shouted me musician the flip saw it was Victor pictures, who told me: come on, you’ve been in my car.
(Now retired) and since that day, a new friendship was born for me. After some days, then showed them to my mom, who am also very excited to see scores of his dad’s handwriting. Is true the saying that music takes in blood and is true that it is hereditary, because I feel it’s heart. This small point, therefore, in memory of who gave so much of his life to music. It is in memory of my grandfather: Jose Martinez Romero, considered and recognized as one of the best directors of our band Peru Republicana. For you Grandpa your grandson Andrew.