sepia
looking at more old pics which i'm scanning for
my sister, in part, but mostly for myself; thinking of old times of which you
know little and i am not sure you would understand ... looking at my old house
in Catia, in West Caracas, much much tattier and poorer-quarter dwelling than i
remembered it, perhaps because it was natural while you lived there, perhaps
because it was not so beastly or primitive if you had a washing machine and a
stereo,, that sort of thing. The thing is, the house wasn't so bad to begin with
but it had been neglected more and more, especially since my grandmother died in
'59, I think. After that, as my father's work situation became very weak at some
point (funny how we repeat patterns, his was a problem of debt, as mine largely
is, although in a very different context). When the big earthquake of '67 took
place the house was damaged, there were cracks on the walls and these were never
properly repaired. The paint was crackling in many places and although I
remember Isaura and I painting the rooms, noone ever painted the higher or more
difficult places, my grandad was too old for that, our dad wasn't bothered, my
mum already was slowly sinking into a kind of oblivion of premature dementia and
we didn't see what was not pointed out at us,
Posted: Fri - July 9, 2004 at 01:44 PM