do not know if she had learned to speak when crawling on rubber checkered tablecloth that my grandmother had in their land forever.
This village, which came one day my grandfather for work and fell under the charms of India that made old by his side, gave birth to my parents who, like many others migrated to secondary diploma go no more than visit.
child under my eyes was a paradise, I arrived there many Decembers to make long until February to live a lot of things that he had dreamed in the big city, perhaps so simple they were.
is true that being under the umbrella of protective grandparents often very different (and significantly advantageous) to listen to parent educators, or that life is at summer themselves attractive to lack of teachers who ask the lesson, but I think it was the only reason for my love for the people, or at least not to my memory.
streets, some paved, some dirt, they were places you could walk kicking cans. Any vacant lot immediately became a soccer field that was filled with kids, the teams were of the number of people who have and no one knew when the game ended. Hang out with the bike to go play tag in the square, until a fall did bleed a knee, did not require special permission and never missed an invitation to a field where they could ride a horse.
Best, without doubt, was unconsciously jump from rooftop to rooftop, but I guess that also could have done in my city and maybe I'm missing accomplices.
Strangely, or not, the teen made me change, the people who had loved me, deceived me suddenly and, enraged, began to take some anger.
I guess we will all have been to blame. To me, I will hit some of the arrogance of Buenos Aires and adolescents in the village were infected by the disease so common that those places full of intolerance and aggressiveness free for those coming from the Capital.
Walking through the late teens and began to walk my golden years "twenty" , the people and I, we were separated in fact, but even when the above reasons subsisted, were no longer the most important problem. I guess at that time, so we had apart was the lack of options he gave me, a film (or two), a nightclub for dancing (if opening a new one, closing above), a couple of pubs and , inevitably, the same people everywhere. A woman win, or try, was certainly taking it away from other known and not become the "boyfriend" after the conquest, almost an affront to female much of the place.
All this, for those who came from the range of alternatives that are often offer large cities, was, at best, boring.
Today, without the need of those years and the views absolutely careless of others, I can still see the people with my eyes aged, calm, and if he had so many chains that bind me to where I live, I could fall in love madly it, to traverse and inhabit in those summers as a kid. ----------------
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