Let’s look at the history of Maicao step by step from the sixties and beyond, of Which Can this server as a witness testify Several of the events of That occurred in the village of our love.
Before I do anything at all two caveats: 1. This Can not be complete record Because I will mention just facts only view I Have Known or Heard ever and, of course, did not see or hear Everything That Happened in ten years. 2. Do not expect objectivity Because MOST of the lines Were not Written by the dictates of the brain, But For Those of an organ Located About a foot below Where It is Assumed That feelings reside.
I Should Clarify That I was born in the middle of the Decade on Which I write and that ‘s not much to save memory. Yes I remember people walking in horse and donkey mule. The mules Were Also Used donkeys to transport water. As this fluid’ve Always Been Scarce Some people managed to roll a barrel on the ground They call pipe lying. The barrel WAS Pulled by a donkey or mule (animals aristocratic horses Were and Were Not Subject To Such hard work). Those Who Sold the water and Could not Be Called Otherwise Piper. They were very important and people in town.
Some Were Transported in a vehicle Which was an instrument attached Called a “crank” so That They Can ignite. My dad Came from very far to get here and HAD to take a train from Turin to Genoa From Where you came by ship to Buenos Aires and From There overland to Bogota. Must I get tired my old but not so much Went straight to Nazareth in the Alta Guajira and From There to the village of FEW House That do not ever go. My mom made a Short Trip Riohacha Because It Came From: just four hours Were Employing a mixed bus for the ride of ninety miles (Riohacha and Maicao, Being Smaller, more distant Were). And did not eat alone, from her previous marriage HAD Been three boys brown it. My father WAS WAS Italian white But as a Viking, or as a part of me left Xerox and Likewise.
Maicao my journey more comfortable Than Theirs WAS: It Came in multiple vehicles like my dad, or mixed bus (“bus stairs” or “goat” tell elsewhere), or donkey, horse or mule as Others did. No, sir. My arrival in the WAS comfortable, strong and tender beak of a stork That Was We Were children like then.
I am the biggest Told That Was the first white baby in the neighborhood (and Possibly the town) so the fact-shocked. Neighbors and Relatives Came and Went and commented on my parents so quietly Things do not listen, Procera AVH But the speakers Were So Many That They Had No Choice But To Hear Them. And What They Heard did not like much: “What pelaito Palermo” and “ugly, do not you see?”, “Born Without blood”, “that does not last long”, “poor little Italian, I wanted Tené boy and historical go with what you eat out Isnelda “,” Of course, as she Already have children. ”
That’s what visitors hauled Between Them. Others DARED to say hard in the face of Things new parents. A relative Asked Mom: “You want that?”. The answer Was a look of Dignity and words … They Can not Be Repeated for unpublished. My dad Told a neighbor: “Compa, Concerned That is not the child is so white, and the answer was:” I would worry more if black. ”
I do not know If There Is Another case in the world like mine targets of discrimination, i should support color-related nickname of Certain animals, With the pallor of my limbs with my Meager … in order texture. I think the world lost a good player because i DARED to wear shorts. I Learned to cope. And There Were So Many since not could and joined Them With All I Became and friends. They stopped and montármela.
By the time lasa Were clay and wood houses. The rectangular structure and the roof WAS WAS zinc and built in a triangle. But the ceiling so high WAS HAD That served Accommodated Almost to a second floor. By Then They invented the aisles HAD not (or at least, our designers not used) so That, to move from room to room was NECESSARY to Go Through Another or Others. Privacy, or exists, or WAS NECESSARY Considered. The Courtyards Were Were Separated by Extensive and barbed wire fences or wooden (“stick” I said). Everyone in the neighborhood HAD chickens, turkeys and pigs. And it’s easy to imagine the frequent incidents of loss of These animals. Some Were Called neighbors, secretly, “the onzita”, “fox” and nicknames like that.
I grew up Surrounded by Many Many people in my house Because HAD to where my father still WAS Preparing a good “chirrinchi” and showered him Alta Guajira customers and Venezuela. My mother supplement the Family Business with a huge store Supplied WHERE the neighbors and They travelers.
The town was small But the trade Began to emerge. My dad WAS After four years of happy bachelorhood in Which Their only social life Was the Meeting with Some Who sat drinking whiskey countrymen mixed with coke. Always After Six. Always at the front door. They Talk about everything. In the distant homeland. The growth of the town. Of the new residents. But in all the brides, I think. Who Were Capuchin Priests Peasants and Work as Missionaries in the region. Soon I Will Talk About the seventies.
