The life of the founding family of El Tio Che is closely related to the stories of the families of Poblenou. A centenary company is not just a place for business relationships, but also a place where experiences and emotions are exchanged. There are common histories that have become a part of the myths of the neighborhood, stories that we all know: The speedy development of the industries of Poblenou, the center of Spains industry at the eighteenth century. This is the case with the bombing during World War II that also hi tour house at the street Wadras, which is why we moved to the beautiful round square where we are now. The happiness at the Olympic Games that changed our neighborhood when we stopped showing our back to the sea, times, when there still was the former port and that have led to a Poblenou full of hotels, that bring travelers with red skin to us, fill the Rambla with life, so that it is like in Babel and we hear all kinds of languages.

And a more hidden history that remains in the memories of our family when we spent the afternoons in the cinema Ideal or when we fell while ice skating, because when we were not in the movies, we would go ice-skating. Saturdays were full of happiness, feelings and morning sessions in the movies, it could be the cinema California that resembled the cinema Paradiso the most, but there was also the Triunfo and the Catalunya. We saw at least five times “Rintintin”, “Agent 007”, “Gone with the Wind”. There was no heating, we went to the coal merchant besides the horchateria, at the street of the gypsies that is now called Joncar to get a liquor for the bowl of coals. There wer joyful moments at the Flor de Maig, Ateneo Colon, Pau i Justicia and the Catalana. The dairy shops at the street Taulat, the female workers at the factory Simon with white clothing and the baths at the beach of Poblenou full of waste under the smell of garbage. But we were there and the sea was waiting for us with its eternal blue color and these sundowns that have been so well described by Serrat. This was our story at this place of paved streets and brave mothers who took us with one hand and held a live rabbit with the other that we would eat in the future. The glass recipient that we had to pay if we did not return it, the soda from the syphon, the ice cubes that would create a real river when they melted, when there were no fridges and our life as producer of tigernut milk was as always, where we always are and will be like now and share our joy with you.