A low cost way of the Citadel passes over the cemetery and through the portal of France. This way, at the top, the sides have several stone crosses, ending in a chapel and the lower, after entering the city, became street. To the left of the road, before the wall, had long been an old farmhouse, half demolished, with the roof full of boulders and terrero sandstone walls eroded by the action of moisture and air. On the front of the decrepit and poor house, a hole was indicated where once the shield, and beneath it guessed, rather than being read several letters composing a Latin phrase: Post funerary vivit virtus.

In this village was born and spent his early childhood Martin
Urbia Zalacaín, which later had to be called Zalacaín the
Adventurer in the village dreamed their first adventures and broke
first pants.

The Zalacaín lived within walking distance of Urbia, but neither Martin nor his family were citizens, were missing from his house a few meters to be part of the villa.

Martin’s father was farmer, a dark and uncommunicative man who died in a smallpox epidemic, the mother of Martin also was a woman of character, lived in the normal psychological darkness among rural people, and went from single to married married a widow with absolute unconsciousness. The death of her husband, two children stayed with Martin and a minor girl, named Ignacia.