Josep Boan

Driver, this message is for you and I would like you to spend a few minutes of the time you still have to read it. My name is Josep, but all my friends call me by my last name. I am Josep to my family and BOAN to my friends. I will always be 20 years old because a driver, like you now, entered that curve at 130 km per hour that you see on the map, invaded the lane in which I was traveling on my motorcycle and killed me. It was a beautiful Sunday in August 2020, Sunday the 9th. My father and I had left Barcelona that Friday and our goal was Finisterre. We slept in A Coruña and after arriving at the place where the earth ends, we continued our route towards Santiago de Compostela, the first stop on the trip back home. But a traffic offender did not allow him to reach the city of the Apostle, the Field of Stars. My father was driving behind me and watched in horror as that car launched itself at me as if it were a missile. We were driving calmly, enjoying the trip, happy to be together. It was the first trip, the first of many we planned. We won't be able to do them. A driver like you killed me. You don't want to be like him. Respect the speed limit signs that you will find on the road. Let me come home to hug my mother and sister. Let me finish my history degree to become a teacher. Let me enjoy my fabulous friends. Let me compose songs with my guitar, compete for a new Mugendo belt. Allow me to return to the one who will be the mother of my children. Allow me to live a life that is mine, as you can live yours. Driver, respect my life.

Julia Fernandez

Personification of the 961 victims of traffic accidents in Spain in 2023.

Pablo

Ana, Pablo's mom "It was a Saturday morning, my husband went for a walk with the 2 children before eating, when they were going to go home, they were waiting for the pedestrian traffic light to change on top of the sidewalk to cross. My husband heard a screech of wheels and saw a vehicle at high speed (more than 95 km/h) jumping red lights, parked cars, etc., they lost control of the vehicle and went over the sidewalk at that speed, my husband was able to push the eldest and managed to grab Pablo's hand, but the car snatched him away. He killed him on the spot. Pablo was very excited about his 5th birthday (he had just over 15 days left), he was never able to celebrate it , he was never able to go to "senior school", he was never able to continue playing with his older brother, we never had his love again. The car was driven by two young men, one 17 and the other 18, neither of them with a driving license. At the time "The minor was driving the accident."

Natalia Ríos

Jordi Moix

“Per molt de temps que passi, continues viu a dins dels nostres cors.”

Jordi Recasens

Enric Fortuny

Ferran Rosich

Daniel Beltran Iglesias

Manolo Ureña

Fam. Alsina

A.B.M.

Sonia Fernández Pellicer

Carlos Devís Llop

You had one of the most beautiful smiles in the world but reckless driving took it away from you when you were only 22 years old. From here we miss you very much, you and your way of loving and caring for us.

This is our way of paying tribute to you and raising awareness among everyone who decides to hit the road. On the asphalt, confusion kills.
We know that wherever you are your bike will continue to roar. We love you very much and miss you very much, little one. We feel you closer than ever. Eternal 13 ❤️. Your family.

Javier Molina San Antonio

Miguel Ángel Pérez Villafranca

C.R.M.

Germán Muñoz Molina

Solo tenías 25 años, mucha vida por delante y no pudimos verte madurar y disfrutar de tu vida.

29-05-1982 // 05-08-2007.

La esperanza de QUE TU MUERTE SIRVA PARA SALVARNOS A OTROS, nos ayuda a seguir adelante.

Daniel V.M.

Diego Gutierrez

Juan Mata Hurtado

Iván Plaza Jiménez

Atropellado en Plaza Neptuno de Madrid el 9/12/2016 con 15 años.

Iván, mi hijo, con tan sólo 15 años murió tras un atropello mortal el 9 de diciembre de 2016 en la Plaza Neptuno de Madrid.



Mi querido hijo Iván se debatió entre la vida y la muerte tras las lesiones mortales provocadas por su atropello y que fueron incompatibles con la vida, hasta que el 20 de diciembre de 2016 tras donar sus órganos, que era su voluntad previa, la luz de Iván dejó de lucir.



Iván era mi motor, era mi vida, el amor de mi vida, la persona que daba sentido a mi vida, era mi amigo, mi confidente y por encima de todo MI HIJO, mi tesoro. Yo vivía por y para él.



A Iván lo atropelló un individuo que tenía múltiples antecedentes penales y ese día conducía bajo los efectos de altas tasas de alcohol, había consumido drogas y psicofarmacos y por si fuera poco conducía un coche robado a alta velocidad, a 135 km por la Plaza Neptuno de Madrid.

Aquel día yo, Maria José Jiménez Cebrián morí con mi hijo, para dar paso a la MAMA DE IVÁN que quiere dar testimonio y luchar por la justicia vial y para erradicar la violencia vial de nuestras calles y carreteras.

A mí pobre hijo lo mató el ALCOHOL, LAS DROGAS Y LA VELOCIDAD EXCESIVA, de un conductor violento y reincidente.

Cuando te pongas al volante, piensa en Iván y en la mamá de Iván y el dolor que yo siento y no me deja vivir.

Que no haya más MAMÁS DE IVÁN.

Porque Tú lo puedes evitar!

Dedicado a mi héroe, mi hijo Iván, para que su muerte, aparte de destrozar mi vida, valga para salvar vidas.

AMOR INFINITO A MI HIJO IVÁN

A.L.M.

Loli Nieto Gil

Marta Soria Capdevila