Aarti Fernández, friend of Matilde Muñoz, has written this text with the data and memories that other women have sent to him these days, also traveled friends of Deadas a way of paying tribute. The country then reproduces the letter.
Matilde Muñoz Cazorla It was much more than a name. Was Deadthe rebel sister ,. And also Karunathe name he chose when he discovered India and Yoga, two pillars that marked his life.
in a time when the city breathed naval tradition and military discipline. Daughter of a colonel of the Navy, the youngest of three brothers, grew between the paternal order, a affectionate mother who took care of the home and her own concern. His brothers died, but his nephews and his children had left, who worshiped his aunt grandmother Dead. Naughty, energetic and dreamy, since I was a child she preferred to live in her own way than to follow the expected roads.
He lived in Cartagena until 14, but he always liked the Madrid stage. He lived in the barracks where his father was destined. His first job, as a secretary at the Navy command, allowed him to buy a car. But Dead It was not accumulating things: he sold it to leave to London ,. Thus began to fly, literally and in the broadest sense of the word. He worked at Spantax [una aerolínea que dejó de operar a finales de los años 80]but commercial flights were small: she didn’t want to fly over the places, I really wanted to meet them. He toured Europe and learned six languages.
. There she formed a family of friends who cry today and remember her with love. It was also in Mallorca where, thanks to his beloved teacher Carlos, he took his first steps as a teacher at the Vasudeva Center, a space that became a seed of his vocation. Pionera in what then seemed eccentricity, in search of answers.
India was his great revelation. , he understood that: they transform, they reinvent themselves. In Dharamsala he found the peace of Buddhism and a serene way of seeing death: as transit, as reincarnation. Even so, he repeated that this life had to enjoy it to the fullest, and that did. With her inseparable dog vague lived and when she left, she toured corners, she built small families and in each town left traces that still persist. On those trips that he kept and will always keep.
From the first moment everyone congenied well with it. He surrounded himself with twin souls, free beings, travelers and travelers, and from time to time he called herself and had the joke between friends that they were wandering and wandering beings.
“I always took care and protected”
where he found another home. He spoke with enthusiasm of his beaches, of his sunsets, of the family he helped in Sumatra after a fire, of the abandoned dogs that rescued as if they were his, feeding them with chicken and eggs when they were weak, as if each of them were one more of his family. I Because I always took care of, protected, spoiled.
Those of us who met her remember her with a permanent smile, with the motorcycle arriving in a good morning and that unmistakable greeting: “Hello, dear, good morning.” When we still had legañas, she had already practiced yoga and given breakfast to her herd of animals and was fresh to start a new day cheerful and different. Temples, which I love to visit for everyone.
We remember her fun, gesturing her stories as if they were theater, starting laughter. We remember her full of color: with her bright clothes, her ears adorned with slopes and that inexhaustible vitality that illuminated any encounter.
For her family she was the restless sister, the aunt who brought impossible adventures, the sister -in -law with which she was discussed from politics but always from respect and affection. For her students, she was a generous teacher. For your friends, an example of freedom. And in each photograph, it appears the same: surrounded by young faces, because their spirit was eternally young, capable of building invisible bridges between generations.
Dead He did not live as he could: he lived as he wanted. Valient, free, happy. This unfair end, marked by greed, will not be able to erase who it was, nor the indelible footprint he left in all of us.
Today, his family awaits her in Spain. But it is also awaiting hundreds of friends in the world, from all the cities where he lived, Madrid and Mallorca to India, from Sumatra to Thailand. From all corners where there is someone who met her. And we all agree on the same: meet Dead It was to meet a good and free soul.
Because her story will be eternal and because she would have liked her story to be inspiration for so many brave women: a reminder that you can travel and travel the world without fear, at any stage of life, without letting anyone limit you or judge you.
