It might be that I made too many jokes about the new coronavirus, contemplating the paranoia in Europe from afar and not taking it seriously enough. Maybe it’s also because I repeated too many times that I didn’t want to leave South America yet. Either way, I’d finally gotten used to the idea of returning,…
Category: Chile
dirty hands, happy heart
pulling out weeds a big grin on my face dirt under my fingernails a broken boot good company freshly brewed coffee the sound of music in the air walking barefoot Almirante Nieto looking down on us keeping a watchful eye las Torres rising up behind him such a beautiful scenery a dirt-smeared face grinning back…
De vuelta en mi ciudad
Walking through the city that was once my home for half a year. Shiny skyscrapers, flecks of green, the majestic Cordillera rising just beyond the metropolis. The constant traffic, the calls of the numerous street vendors. Taking one of the rickety old «micros», soaking up the sweat of whoever sat on the same spot before….