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I wanted to share a really fun day I had with Pablo and Juan. Pablo was visiting Australia back in 2015. It was raining but we decided to take Pablo and Juan for a mountain bike ride. We rode about 20kms through the Bush in Sydney. Pablo and Juan loved it. We had such a fun time. The photo we have was taken by Pablo, he managed to get the phone to balance on one of the seats of the bicycles. I remember Ingrid calling us like where are you guys because we were gone for so long! We had so much fun. I am so great full for these memories. Chris & Gus York

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Pablo you were a star - we will never forget you - King of the Mountains x

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Pablo you were a star - we will never forget you - King of the Mountains x

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This photo was taken on 11th June 2016 - we met on Cent Cols Challenge Southern Alps - 10 days of freedom to eat/ sleep and ride bikes in stunning mountains, dawn to dusk. The crew bonded together and looked out for and after each other. It was only days into the trip that Pablo told us he was riding with his extra baggage. The strength and determination he showed was inspiring. He pedalled the lot with this big grin on his face. Not least 3 times up Mont Ventoux in one day. It was a privilege to spend those days in his company and keep track of his progress on Strava until things fell silent. So sorry he is gone and sending love and strength from Anna and Mark x

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Me pregunto, a dónde has ido?

No te has ido Pablo,

Los regalos de Dios son perennes, imborrables.

Anidas justo aquí en mi corazón, espacio en el que habita Dios en cada uno de nosotros.

Mensajero de Dios fuiste…y bien lo hiciste!

Luz, paz, amor…, presentes que depositaste en todo aquel a quien tu sonrisa tocó.

En tus actos entregaste tu legado: Vive con plenitud! vive con dicha! sé inspiración! Ama!

Regalo de Dios fue tu regalo.

Te repartiste en todos con la generosidad con la que Dios multiplicó los panes y los peces,

Y en todos te quedaste…,

Igual que Dios…, sutil en el silencio.

Ya no somos los mismos, tu suave sonrisa así lo decidió.

Como un espejo roto, así te veo ahora: Tu imagen repartida en mil pedazos,

En el alma de este y de aquel,

Del que dice de ti, del que cuenta de ti,

Del que de ti guarda un recuerdo, una sonrisa...

Así te prodigaste, así te repartiste, así ocupas un lugar en cada cual.

Tú, Pablo, generosa sonrisa inacabada…

Presente estás en las miradas que inspiraste, en los recuerdos que grabaste con la forja de tu espíritu incansable.

Un instante…un parpadeo…y retumba tu recuerdo en constante pedaleo por la vida…por tu vida Pablito…

Ahora la mía…

Mi amor por siempre,

Gladys Alarcón Alarcón,

Abril 2021 (todos estos tristes días de Abril)

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Collaborative Spotify Playlist we kept for a few years with Pablo. Will give you a good flavour of his music taste (and mine!).

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Pablo was an incredibly giving and kind person who passed too young and will be greatly missed.  A really sad week.

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who really helped us improve the programme and incredibly fun guys who were great dancers (and >100X cooler than me). Pablo also was such an important support during the early days of @TeachForAll helping Teach First adaptations in other countries around the world.(2/3)

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Pablo was an incredibly giving and kind person who passed too young and will be greatly missed. A really sad week.
— Brett Wigdortz (@Wigdortz) April 27, 2021

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who really helped us improve the programme and incredibly fun guys who were great dancers (and >100X cooler than me). Pablo also was such an important support during the early days of @TeachForAll helping Teach First adaptations in other countries around the world.(2/3)

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who really helped us improve the programme and incredibly fun guys who were great dancers (and >100X cooler than me). Pablo also was such an important support during the early days of @TeachForAll helping Teach First adaptations in other countries around the world.(2/3)

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En cada uno de sus viajes y en medio de una agenda apretada por invitaciones y encuentros con miembros de la familia, Pablo siempre destino un día para compartir la hora del almuerzo junto a nosotras (el cuarteto Urrego).
En compañía de Pablo, Ernie, la abuela Mireya, Constanza y Cutin, Archie's se convirtió en el lugar predilecto por tradición y siempre nos acogió. Fueron momentos llenos de risas, conversaciones sobre cómo marchaba todo y de la vida acá en Chía; al mismo tiempo Laura y Jessica daban forma a sus pizzas y ponían en práctica una de las grandes tradiciones de nuestra cultura "amasar".

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Notre première arrivée a Paris

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Painting their mother's face

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Facing the winds coming from the North Sea - Den Haag  - October 1988

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Facing the winds coming from the North Sea - Den Haag  - October 1988

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In the parents bed for 5. generations!!

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Aunt Elisa shares her notes from Ernie's baptism

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Biberach, 2017. He will be truly missed. Christine

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Such an amazing soul. Worked so hard for humanity. Will be so missed by so many.

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Que perdida tan grande con la muerte de mi querido Primo Pablo.  Tuve la fortuna de comunicarme con el desde que lo conoci cuando fue a Chia a visitar a sus padres, Cutin y Constanza.  Conoci a Ernie  y me enviaron una foto.  Estoy adolorida pensar que Ernie no lo va a tener en su vida.  Pablo fue una bella persona en todo sentido.  Solo puedo mandar bendiciones a toda la familia con consuelo para todos y para mi prfofundamente.  Con todo mi amor lo recordar siempre.

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Strange, I've seen that face before,

Seen him hanging round my door,
Like a hawk stealing for the pray,
Like the night waiting for the day,

Strange, he shadows me back home,
Footsteps echo on the stones,
Rainy nights, Haussmann boulevard,
Parisian music, drifting from the bars,

What are you looking for?
To meet death?
Who do you think you are?
You hate life too...

Dance in bars and restaurants,

Home with anyone who wants,
Strange he's standing there alone,
Staring eyes chill me to the bone.

In his room

Joel and his suitcase
A glance at his clothes
On the walls some pictures
Without regrets
Without melodrama
The door is slammed

Joel is gone

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Buenos días cutin y cotorrita.

Solo estamos aquí pensando en la tenacidad de Pablo y su misión, incluyendo el aprendizaje que nos dejó de vivir con intensidad, fortaleza, con una sonrisa como la de Constanza y dedicación y convencimiento   como la de cutin. Las vidas son  y están en la presencia y también la inpresencia, que es más importante, porque es la que sobrepasa nuestras limitaciones físicas y nos imprime en lo profundo la fuerza  de nuestras trayectorias .

Son historias de vida  que se leen mentalmente en atardeceres de  invierno y también en veranos, como únicas , escritas sobre piedra  y para siempre. Los quiero mucho y les envío un fortísimo abrazo por que quiero ser parte de esta despedida, y de este consuelo que es la vida y obra de Pablo.

Para todos hoy el vuelo de los pájaros llaneros, un atardecer sutil, esta  dedicado a Pablo, desde esta llanura inmensa y sincera, para su hijo Ernesto, Constanza, Cutin, Juan David, Mireyita, y demás familia.

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My fellow classmate at the IOE, I remember Pablo because he was my friend who would make it to our “Planning for Education and Development” evening  class by running from Richmond all the way to Bloomsbury. I remember thinking at the time, “este man está loco…” only to find out he was an avid triathlete, which made me feel like a miserable couch potato. I’ll remember him for many things, specially our shared interests in education, good food, and love for the Colombia football team. What a brilliant student, and exceptional and admirable human being. I can only feel gratitude that our lives crossed paths as two fellow Colombian students in London. You will surely be missed.
- Bárbara DC.
PS: pictured below, the Latino Gang supporting Colombia on the 2014 Brazil World Cup.

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One morning, in the underground garage of our office near London Bridge. I was locking up my bike which I had bought for £50 a few years before. Then Pablo arrived on his bike, probably worth a hundred times more, and we just walked to have a shower and get changed. Why should I lock my bike? I believe people are good. Pablo was incredibly strong and he had this lightness of being which made him so special. He was full of wisdom but he did not take life too seriously. He accomplished so much while enjoying life fully. What a joy it was to have a glass of wine and chat with him. Such a special, kind, inspiring person. I miss Pablo a lot. He lives on in Ernie - and in some small way, in all of us whose lives were touched by him in such a positive way. Much love,
Artur (and Pille and Theo)

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Barichara memories

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Traveling through Colombia with Pablo, Ingy, Ernie and his family was an incredible experience I will always cherish. Memories that will last forever. To our long car trips listening to Carlos Vives, looking out onto the beautiful mountains to exploring little towns and getting together with all his relatives - Pablo was so loved. We miss you dearly Pablito,
Eleanora x

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Somewhere Pablo is riding his bike

We can’t see him

But we know it’s true

On Webex while we are tapping on keyboards

Fiddling with pens

Pablo is quietly riding

On hardscrabble roads in a country

You’ve never visited

Pablo is riding there too

Periodically he will stop

And put on a pair of new socks, blinding green

Then Pablo rides again

Life doles us all broken conference calls

Some crummy roads

Socks with holes in them

Pablo always laughed though

Rode as hard as he could

Pedaling onward into the headwind

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PABLO EL COWBOY

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In his one life, which seemed as if it must have been ten, Pablo showed us all how to live. He was an extraordinary man, - dedicated, loyal, determined, supportive, loving, clever, funny and so kind and so gentle. Our deepest condolences to our dear friends Constanza and Cutin, (what remarkable and beautiful sons you raised), and to Juan David, Ingrid and Ernie. love Sophia and James

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VISITA A CASANARE, COLOMBIA

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Whenever I think of Pablo, I think of his incredible drive and motivation, a truly infectious energy that you couldn't help but embrace. I once made the mistake of going on a (very long) cycle ride with Pablo and Juan, as I inevitably kept falling behind, I vividly remember Pablo enthusiastically encouraging me to keep going. He would not allow half-hearted efforts and that is what I admired the most about him. He lived his life, with great intensity and he was a natural born motivator. It will come as no surprise that one of the best parties I have ever been to, was organised by Pablo. I have no doubt that his attitude in the face of adversity was an inspiration to many, myself included. He will be truly missed and my heart and thoughts go out to Ingrid, Ernie, Juan, Constanza and Cutin and anyone else who loved him in life and will continue to cherish his memory. Un abrazo y hasta siempre Pablito - Diego Carmona xx

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PABLO EL COWBOY

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The one who made my sister happy!

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PABLO EL COWBOY

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PABLO EL COWBOY

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In his own words:

Injuries suck. Probably the worst I've faced is a type of brain cancer called glioblastoma. GBM is so aggressive that its alias is 'The Terminator'.

​I seem to be doing a pretty good job fighting it, an experience I share in this blog

Blog post about what Radical Green meant to him.

Picture: a study of Radical Green (his favourite colour) by Pablo's sister-in-law Armelle Swan (Ingrid's sister)

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VISITA DEL PRIMO LEONARDO

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Pablo was a kind, fun loving, smart young man. My favourite memory of him is of when we were all teenagers at an Oxfam party at frideswides farm (an old manor house in Oxford). Pablo, Juan, my sister Saskia and I were playing pictionary in the small front room on the stone floor next to the enormous TV that was so old it didn't even have a remote.

Pablo and I were on a team, Saskia and Juan were on the other, there may have been more people playing but for Pablo and I our mission became clear.... Destroy our sibling opponents!!! Through this I got to see the wonderful playful side to Pablo rather than just my friend's smart older brother. Happy to say we did beat our siblings and a real moment of joy for both of us came when I drew a squiggle and Pablo guessed webbed feet to which Juan let out a loud exasperated 'come on, you've got to be kidding!'

However, in general when I think of him, I think of him as one half of a dynamic duo with Juan being the other half. The close relationship they shared was something really special and one i will always admire.

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Pablo was my friend and I will miss him. - A

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The Tamsin Trail (originally posted on Strava) - 17.04.21

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The Tamsin Trail (originally posted on Strava) - 17.04.21

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We lost Pablo on Wednesday 14th of April 2021. He once told me The Tamsin Trail was his favourite run route, a fitting course for a lap of honour in his memory. Today I ran that course.

Some of the Richmond Park (essentially his second home) moments I remembered vividly on this lap:

*Breaking 60 minutes for the three lap challenge (ACW, always) on the bike for the first time. A time he'd eventually get down to an obscene 53:22. He'd want me to caveat that drafting did take place.

*Breaking 60 minutes for the three lap challenge shortly after being diagnosed with GBM in late 2014. He wrote about this effort in his personal blog, please drop by: https://www.dont--panic.com/blog/laps

*484 GPS registered cycling laps around the park.

*Leading home the only Casasbuenas 1-2 in the Richmond Parkrun after (!) his GBM diagnosis

*Dogfightin' with the pesky London Dynamos, many times

*Making himself dizzy with a 150km ride of RP ACW laps in preparation for an outrageous performance at Ironman Wales in 2016

*Training the 5km with Ingrid, "he'd slap his ass somehow thinking that would be encouraging"

*Cheating on Richmond Park Parkrun, and running the Old Deer Park one. He would battle for the win and then catch up with Ingrid and take the running buggy off her (Ernie as passenger) and run the final lap together as a family.

*Crashing into a deer down Broomfield at 50+KPH in the dark. Cracked helmet. Came out unscathed. We never cycled in the dark around the park again.

*Hitting the podium of the Richmond Park Half Marathon in 2018

*Christmas Parkrun with our mother Constanza, bringing it home together

Kudos hermano. We'll miss you out there.

JD

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The Tamsin Trail. In memory of my brother Pablo (written by JD) - a post by Pablo Casasbuenas

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We lost Pablo on Wednesday 14th of April 2021. He once told me The Tamsin Trail was his favourite run route, a fitting course for a lap of honour in his memory. Today I ran that course.

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VISITA DEL PRIMO LEONARDO

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VISITA DEL PRIMO LEONARDO

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VISITA DEL PRIMO LEONARDO

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I feel lucky to have known Pablo at two different moments - first as we did Teach First together back in 2004, where I remember him as a larger-than-life character who everyone knew and got on with at institute; and then much better from 2010 when we worked together at Teach For All. Pablo was always a source of fun in the London office - I'll never forget all the random deliveries that would show up there, waiting for him to come and collect them - such as the time he meant to order a few pairs of neon green socks and about 30 pairs turned up... many of which were later made into sock puppets by Felicia. Or the time where he remote-controlled his computer from home and started playing music through the speakers, so everyone in the office would gather round to see what on earth was happening... just so that *click* he could turn on his webcam and  take a photo of all looking very puzzled. That was Pablo's unique humour, which is just one of the things which made him so special. - Phil

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VISITA DEL PRIMO LEONARDO

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We are lucky if we get to know even a few great human beings during our lives, and Kathy, Preston, Miriam and I consider ourselves blessed to count Pablo in that small list of people who we will never forget. Pablo, from even the first days I met him in elementary school in Tunis, was a kind soul, a gentle spirit that enriched all of those around him. He was always one of my favorite students, and as we continued our friendship into his adult years, I was deeply pleased to see that his positive boyhood qualities only deepened and grew as he aged. That his life was shortened so sadly only reinforces what the world has lost by robbing us of many more years of his humor and great joy. But let us not dwell on what we did not have; rather let us celebrate every hour, day, week, month, and year we had Pablo in our lives. For we are better people, each one of us, for having known him. He remains in our hearts forever.
--the Spradlings

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I was just reminiscing with someone about Teach First's early years last week and it got me thinking about Pablo and I made a mental note to see how he was doing which I tragically never followed up on. I'll always remember Pablo's combination of fun and seriousness that he took his work as a teacher and later as one of the early staff at Teach For All where it was my privilege to get to know him better. In those early days of TF (especially in 2004!), we hardly had any idea of what we were doing and I remember Pablo always giving great feedback in a supportive, kind but also pointed way on how we could improve our work for teachers and ultimately the young people he cared so much about. (He also participated in some of the great parties that year that bring great memories.) I remember thinking that Teach First would have a great future if we could recruit such great people as teachers. I was excited when he joined Teach For All as an early staff member, thinking his was just the perspective and mindset that would be so helpful for the new network. My deepest sympathies go to his entire family. A really great guy lost who will be missed.
-Brett

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We at Teach For All are so sad to hear of Pablo’s passing. Over the course of his tenure with us, he made such an important impact on our young partners – leaving a legacy of national movements in countries all over the world. He was a trusted confidante of many founders of our network partners and played a critical role in supporting their organizations to launch, sustain, and thrive. Pablo was always a source of energy, humor, and perspective for our team, and I know so many of his colleagues feel his loss deeply. I’m sending my deepest sympathies to Ingrid, Ernie, and all of Pablo’s family and friends.

Wendy Kopp

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I was so deeply sorry when I found out about Pablo ! That’s hurt me so much ! I remember all the time that we spent together, I was terribly shy by then and I was so impressed by him that I couldn’t even talk often to him! It was such a joy to see him two years ago with his wife and son in sidi bou said ! I was so glad to meet him again and to remember all those sweet years in sidi bou said that we had together ! Today my heart is totally Brocken, all my warmest thoughts belong to you and to Juan! May his soul Rest In Peace! I will never forget him!

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Before one party at Pablo's Brick Lane flat we painted this on his door. It kind of turned into a bit of a meme with some minor celebrities posting a photo of his door.

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De la part de Moncef, Michelle, Maya et Mona

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De la part de Moncef, Michelle, Maya et Mona

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Dears Constantino, Constanza, Juan, Ingrid, Ernesto et toute la famille. Depuis Sidi Bou Saïd et Dubaï,   Michelle, Moncef, Maya et Mona Ghachem vous présentent toutes leurs condoléances. En mémoire de Pablo, ces vers du poète français René Char :  Berceuse pour chaque jour
Jusqu’au dernier

Nombreuses fois, nombre de fois,

L’homme s’endort, son corps l’éveille ;

Puis une fois, rien qu’une fois,

L’homme s’endort et perd son corps.

René Char

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More than just work colleagues, we had many amazing adventures with Pablo over the years, including a post-conference weekend skiing on Whiteface Mountain where Pablo was videographer extraordinaire!

On the way from NYC to the mountain, Pablo was speeding in the rental car and got pulled over by New York State Highway Patrol.  He handed over an expired Colombian license.  When questioned about it, he proceeded to explain that it was no big deal... in Colombia when your license expires it's actually still good, but you just aren't allowed to drive a taxi. ONLY PABLO could get away with a response like that :)

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When I heard the heartbreaking news, one of the first things I wanted to dig up was the edition of our team newsletter celebrating Pablo as he was leaving Teach For All in late 2013.  It made me laugh out loud many, many times and captures Pablo so wonderfully - the immense joy he brought by being so fully himself.

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Weekly Juice tribute to Pablo - final day staff.docx

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I’m so saddened by this news; our world has lost an admirable gentleman. Pablo was funny, charismatic, highly intelligent and possessed transcendent human values that raised our standards and shaped us in the process. I will always remember him as a kind and caring human being with a great sense of dignity. My deepest heartfelt sympathies to his family and friends. May he Rest In Peace. - Khaled Khatteche

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Location: Chipping Campden, Cotswolds, Oxfordshire UK (August 2009)

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I remember the day Pablo arrived at the Business Academy Bexley in 2004 to teach Business Studies wearing a  striped light blue, dark blue, white and red blazer (still not sure whether it was more trading floor or croquet inspired) which he paired with an eclectic mix of silk ties. The kids of Thamesmead had not seen anything like it before, and he soon won them over. I also seem to remember a cult like obsession among female staff with his hair and how he got it so smooth and shiny. For the record he was also a great teacher and inspired many children with his real world experience, and a great colleague with whom I enjoyed sharing the highs and lows of teaching. Five years later when I was working at Teach for All and we were recruiting someone to support South American partners I got in touch to find him on a crazy cycling trip (which I soon learned was one of many). It was great to work with him again then and even though our paths haven't crossed since, I know how sadly he will be missed by all who knew him.

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José Luis (Lucho) Wilches recalls their ecperience playing together at Sector Juntas, Vereda La Balsa, in Chía:
Más que un ser humano, más que un hermano, más q un amigo q te da la mano, siento dolor porque fuiste el amigo que en mi infancia solía esperar fuera d casa, para jugar saludar,hablar, compartir, siempre la anciedad que saliera con Juan David para saludarlos,compartieron sus juguetes conmigo y con mis hermanos el tiempo paso y aún esperábamos vernos para abrazarlos, la felicidad q hoy viven mis hijas de un techo propio es realidad gracias a ti Pablo, q por ello y por todo lo humano ruego a Dios y mis ángeles en el cielo t acojan bajo su manto con dolor y con temor por las cosas de la vida digo q no es sólo un adiós pero si un hasta pronto amigo hermano ,"Dios te bendiga por siempre" y la familia mucha fortaleza un ángel de la guarda siempre en nuestras vidas no hay palabras para describir los echos pero si una mano para apoyar en  lo posible familia casasbuenas ni m alcnssara la vida para tanto agradecimiento con ustedes  Dios nos bendiga Dios les bendiga

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I once spent some time at a school that seemed to be my dream place to work. They offered me a job that I thought I could not do and therefore turned it down. I mentioned this to Pablo and he said that I was a fool to do so, and that I was the perfect person for the job. I messaged the school from his apartment within minutes of that conversation and it turned out to be the most important career choice I have made to date. That was the power of a 10 minute conversation with Pablo from the tube station to his house.

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I had been a bit afloat after being kicked out of high school and was trying to figure out how to get back into academics and where to undertake undergraduate study. I had focused on US colleges but struggled with admission and financing issues. Pablo suggested the UK, something that had strangely never crossed my mind, and it set me on a trajectory I had not previously anticipated.

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I met Pablo for an overpriced dinner at an Italian restaurant somewhere around Embankment in London. He was teaching Business Studies at the time and mentioned that I should consider going into teaching. My response was, ‘No way in hell!’, but he seemed to have planted that idea into my realm of possibilities because a few years later that is just what I did.

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A bit of a story to this one. Just off of Brick Lane in London Pablo had a flat decorated with neon lights, random toys and a great vintage bar. We once had a mini ACST reunion there and ended up putting cushions out on the street to attract random strangers to come and have a drink with us. It ended up being an evening with some interesting conversations with old friends and complete strangers.

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There's no kinder person out there. Pablo had the bragging rights for being the smartest student at ACST while we were there. One of our last communications was a few years back and we were discussing the story of him recommending some naval simulator on PC that was just absurdly difficult and it was fitting that Pablo would choose this game. Pablo is also the first person I ever sent an email to circa 1995. I am so sorry to hear the sad news. Pablo you will be missed dearly. Justin

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Even though I did not know Pablo very well we were a small community of students at ACST in the 90s. I remember passing by him down the halls or seeing him during recess. Even at such a young age he always seemed to carry a calm and peaceful demeanor. Also this might seem silly but his name always carried a nice ringtone to it for me... it was one of the names despite from very long ago that I never forgot. It is sad to hear of a young peaceful soul leaving this world so soon. May he Rest In Peace and may God give his family and loved ones the strength to carry on with his memory... Sarah Al Khajah

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2013. Cycling across Costa Rica with Pablo, didn't quite make it across since I got injured, but still a blast.

Video edited by JD, music chosen by Pablo.

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Team Goodhouses go for a bike ride in Costa Rica

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Locations: Santa Teresa - Paquera Ferry - Monteverde - Tilaran - Arenal - San Jose - Irazu - Turrialba (Just before)

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Warming up for the Prosecco Gran Fondo, Sept 2014.  A fabulous trip, and scene of the infamous “Colombian cornering” incident.  Pablo came off his bike whilst leading  a pack of crazy Italians down a twisty descent.  Fortunately he was not badly hurt and made it to the finish line, where I recall he received treatment from FIVE Italian nurses. He even managed to negotiate a full refund from Rapha for damage to his bike shorts.  Chapeau!!

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Yosemite, April 2019. One of the things I adored and admired most about Pablo was his way with Ernie. An endlessly patient, loving and fun father. He nurtured Ernie's curiosity about the world, and his desire to learn. I will always strive to embody these wonderful traits as we raise our little boy Rafael.

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I still vividly remember hearing about the birth of Ernie. I was sitting by a fire with friends and shared the news with those around me straight away; suddenly the ordinary campfire turned into a celebration.

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en el trópico

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Our last game of Risk. Pablo, Ingrid, Azim, Cesco & Me. 

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Our last game of Risk. Pablo, Ingrid, Azim, Cesco & Me. 

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Pablo and I decided to recover the Mercedes Benz 1961 that was owned by my dad, his grandpa. This is a more than 14 years project and I have the commitment to continue with it. Everytime that I'll ride the car will be on your memory and you always be my copilot!. Thank you Pablo for your support in this great adventure. Lots of love! Julián