I don’t know if it will happen to you but I am at night I’m getting pretty tragic. The darkness of the room, the general silence, and the absence of the typical mental traffic of the day open up huge imagination avenues in front of me where the worst things could happen. Accidents, escapes, deaths, conflicts… And I suffer, don’t believe me. I’m in so much pain For example, I dream of endless perrerias or extreme situations where I lose everything I have until I’m evicted. on the street. Then I try to find solutions – I insist, imaginary – to this disturbing drag. Randall and Beth Pearson inside This is usthey always create in their minds something worse than what actually happened and take weight from the real situation.
The truth is, I’ve been scared since I was little, imagining myself alone and helpless. Sometimes my parents had to come to the room because my sobs passed through the closed door. “But what happens?” they asked me in surprise. The day had apparently gone well, with no news on the front apart from the usual daily bad times I was exposed to because I was an overweight girl at school. But even with this the violence that accompanied me for yearsI was generally happy. So when we ate quietly in a good atmosphere, there was suddenly no reason for such sadness. “I just don’t want you to die,” I replied through tears. I remember my mother’s surprise at the sudden opening of her mouth in the middle of the night, in her nightgown. he will die. Let’s see, one day this will happen, but now I was hoping it wouldn’t, she replied to me with a bit of discomfort.
Even so, this childhood ordeal, when my brother and I were orphaned, going from house to house like rootless plants, remained in my mind for a long time. Already as an adult, after reading a little and listening to very smart friends they see connections everywhereConsidering the large number of family members who were truly orphaned by civil war or various diseases, or raised in institutions by orphans, I realized that perhaps this is not a thought so foreign to me. lack of resources despite having parents. The seed of memory, powerful and deadly, He was doing his job there. I also realized over time that the idea behind losing my parents was actually losing my whole world at that moment when life was just beginning.
I thought about all this gloomy photography in which Joseph BelmonteFinally returning to his family home in Bejís on Saturday, the Valencia resident walks through the rooms of the house, all black with the flames of a scavenging fire. to my partner carla melchor, José tells her that ever since he left València and came to Bejís, he has been “crying like a child” constantly, like a frightened little boy who goes into an uncertain scenario where nothing he remembers and loves could happen. . Imagine José’s fear and sadness, how his heart was broken at every meter, every tree, every test that confirmed that disaster had happened; Imagine that that wonderful place in your life, that residential area that we all have, that refuge where your soul expands, will one day no longer exist. There is nothing depicted like this Michael Ende in its wonder never ending storydevouring, in its own way, an entire world filled with life and small beings.
“I cried like a child on my way back to Bejís,” said José. And I think of so many people crying like children this summer, people who have lost their homesgrazed mountains, animals, and an essential part of his identity with fire. Some will, in time, be able to rebuild what has been lost and plant new trees where there is now only scorched earth, but I cannot forget the reflection in a letter from a devoted reader of this now-aged newspaper: “They say that in 30 years everything will be as before, for everything to grow again. time required. But I won’t see anymore, I don’t have that much time. I will not see my people survive this blow. I will remember it as it is.” And what shall I tell you there, I was the one crying like a girl. Privileged and pampered despite her night terrors, the girl has so far not lost what kept her awake at night.