David Gistau dies: David, my faithful companion of weapons during the Gallic War

The cabotage for the glory of Spain gave me something foreign to the trade: the friendship of Orpheus Surez, of which we seem to have agreed that it makes sense when we are 'on the road', because it is rare that we quote each other when we are both immersed in the routines of our lives, while, in the championships, we are looking to live them together. We look like paratroopers who in civil life do not know how to meet as in the front line. When David Gistau prolog a book of chronicles that I wrote