I went into this book store today, and I was just in awe at those art books the guy had, apparently he has rare books, kind of one of a kind and then, there one was one with the title: CARACAS.
I take the book and open it to show my friend pictures of my city. Long story short I spent around 20 mins giving a lecture to my friend and the owner about Caracas and how beautiful it was, and amazed at all the gorgeous pictures.
When I asked how much it was, the guy said “take it, it’s obvious you love it. There’s nothing better than to see someone in love with a book”
I swear I don’t know how I didn’t burst into tears right then and there, I really had to control myself not to look like a fool, and this was VERY new to me, I can be quite detached sometimes. And I made my decision ages ago, I’m just living with it, and I have no regrets, but the feelings are still there.
Notice I said Caracas was beautiful. It was. The pictures are from around the 80′s and you have no idea how heartbreaking it is to see, actually see your city, your parents’ country being detroyed by greed and ambition and selfishness.
I don’t know if I will ever get back, but today I really wished things were as progressive, colorful and hopeful as they looked in those pictures.
I don’t know if I will ever see my beloved Ávila again. My mountain, my compass, my north. But thanks to that book store, that casual stroll and that kind soul that has not one clue how much this gift meant to me, I will forever be able to see it and remember how, when I looked at it, I never felt lost.
Photo: fineartamerica.com (Yes, shame on me I don’t have one good picture of the Ávila on my pc. Sue me)