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First Class

My father has always been my hero, so do not have the slightest doubt that what he told me that in school was the first of the kind was true, given that at that time was something almost official, moreover, what corroborated his childhood friends.
As I got older I went some hesitation, without doubt would have been a good student, I thought it was more likely to use this argument to be an example and I follow in his footsteps. My grades were good and met the family tradition, but I do not really believe it.
My father died and for many years remembered with affection his attempt to my intellect, a love of books that taught me and for knowledge in general. I still remember, but with more data came to me unexpectedly.
Not long ago the city council organized an exhibition on post-war Vigo, municipal documents and photos then. In a small glass case was exposed to a paper that caught my attention was a list of the first class of each municipal school. ... And there in the section on the father's parish school had a name as the most prominent: Costas José Bastos, my father!