2024-09-16 22:26:21
I sat on a park bench, under some trees that made the environment calm.
Classes should start in two months, now it’s time for writing. I already found myself studying Plato, struggling with Latin and Greek, in short, feeling important.
A small, brown, shiny fruit fell on my backpack. It seems that the tree that hugs me with a close friend is playing with me. I picked it up, looked at it, and put it in my pants pocket without thinking.
I returned home and laid myself down on a sofa behind the back porch, I decided to sleep. Before that, I took the bundles out of my bag and threw them into the garden; However, the sound of my mother putting the key in the lock interrupted my attempts to sleep.
“How hot, for God’s sake! And there is no air.” – said. My brother, mutis, went straight to the refrigerator for soda.
On my couch, I started to twist in different directions. I was shocked by the sight of my mother shouting: “He’s shaking, he’s shaking!” “Pablo, come outside, to the backyard.”
An earthquake has destroyed the city, and nothing stands. There are many dead and more wounded, including my mother and my brother, who are in the hospital right now. When I – who first said he was lost – thanks to my backpack they found me unconscious in the back of the house, half covered in dust. We have to wait for thirty-eight hours to find out if it will continue in the earthly world.
The earthquake changed our lives. In the grounds where our house stands, there are only tiles that mark the location of individual rooms, and the backyard.
How long should Plato wait for me? ““Time is an image of eternity in motion.”
Our ornaments, which connect us with the family of the past, are in our memory, as are the burdens of the past and the present, so that we are not left with a conscience.
At that moment in our situation, I know what it means to let go of one and many souls, including the family home. It was a signal to say goodbye. The three of us, as if merged into one, experienced the same emotion. Even forgotten.
Jeff Wall – The Run Room, 1978. Light box, 159 x 234 cm. Collection of the National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa
We left. The choice is not important, but rather that there are no earthquakes or earthquakes.
I saw the white land and the air, and I raised my eyes to contemplate the new city and its inhabitants.
My eyes saw a pregnant door with cut pyramids, on which blocks of cement rested, like a decoration. I think – or understand – going towards a future, whose spirit surrounds the perfect world.
I think that night I even dreamed about Snow White.
I heard my mother’s voice and the lie of heaven from my brother. I got up and asked what was going on. My mother, surprised, shouted: “Who made the coffee?” At the same time they knocked on the door. I opened it; A man in a beige suit greeted me with a smile and quickly explained that he had prepared the hot coffee. There was a moment of wonder and silence. The man continued: “Sister, you will have no problem in this house. Everything is arranged for three people to live. Therefore, I have come to give you good instruction.”
Paul heard something like resetand in relation to possible new technologies for the PlayStation. In her pajamas, she appeared in the living room with “Good morning.”
The conversation became general and the man taught us in every aspect.
“And now what do we do” -my mother said. I think I meant your rest: too modern…
It will take some time to adjust to the original house.
At first, I couldn’t stop walking through the new city he chose to live in. I went to a narrow street where only bicycles and motorbikes travel. I observed people, gestures, customs, some customs that seemed to me to be absurd. But I don’t want to fall into a negative situation. So, the streets.
The new city seemed to open unknown attractions in me and I thought that I, myself, was another person, that I had to let my relatives go to discover new ways of life; change means experience.
More comfortable than the first few days, we went to Hall. We don’t see it. We returned home, and Pablo suggested asking the “Wise Man” we met. We know then that there are no city halls, but there are Information Centers throughout the city. It is easy to recognize them, because they have a blue light. What a surprise!
Therefore, our cultures are re-imagining their course, strategy and lifestyle from the past. . . without knowing it.
One morning I asked my mother where she was going so early; He looked for an answer and replied that he liked to walk early on the esplanade. My brother practiced gradually, he still expected the sensations he already knew. And I don’t agree with anything. The euphoria of the first days gave way to a break that I did not fully understand. It’s still summer, without friends, looking for something to work on and having a lot of time. Barren season.
They are uncertain months. When autumn came, Pablo enrolled in the sports center, in the group of “fighters.” I don’t know that sport, but at least I did something. One day I asked him why he didn’t look for a job. His answer transcends all truth: “for what?” On the other hand, I refuse to live a structured life, with no apparent emotion or freedom. It seems so. With surprise, I noticed that my mother, who has always been such a homebody, not only walks, but also regularly attends adult groups. In them, I think they talk, listen to music, watch videos and other activities.
Yes, I notice how little interaction I have with my family. The summer is long and tedious, at least for me. Fortunately, in the fall I was able to take care of the book with what the High School asked.
I showed everything in the Students’ Office, and when they entered the University Hall, excited as I was, I was able to read:
IF YOU ARE FAIR, YOU WILL SEE IT. PLATO
I sighed deeply, with the feeling of being on the right track. I think it’s strong, albeit shaky. And my neurons started working again, in harmony, with perfect luminosity. All that remains is to experience focus.
I returned home with my chest heaving and wanting to tell my family that I had finally made it. I explained my doubts, my way of “seeing” and understanding the city, my desire to continue being myself. That I stand firm, that I know how to stand.
Both of them, in silence, looked at me carefully. I tried to explain myself a little more… But there was no answer. They don’t understand me. What happened or what happened? He looked at them awkwardly. No, don’t worry, I think it’s awesome.
They were at peace for a long time with their eyes lost. Me, in neutral.
Slowly, I got up, moved the chair towards the table and sought the privacy of my room with my eyes already cold.
To this day, I am not aware or aware of family truth. He couldn’t believe that they were trapped by such a terrifying target that covered the city. I don’t know how to feel how to draw and embrace them in my truth. I can’t do anything. It depends on each.
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