Last Sunday was a family gathering at the home of my grandparents. Initially the plan was worthy of a Sunday ordinary family, but this changed when I learned that the purpose of the meeting was to see some family slides.
Arriving uncles, grandfathers, fathers and brothers were sitting in their places waiting to see the pictures, as in the film you wait for the movie. Chairs were not, but it served me a pillow to sit comfortably on the hard ground.
grandfather, just like the pack leader, decided it was time to see the photos and turned off the lights. Silence was almost absolute, which only broke with details that only he brings.
The pictures spoke of his life. They were pictures that nobody had seen before. They were stories that no one had heard before. They were places where no one had seen before. They were people that nobody had known before. It was his life told by him and his photos. Their homes, their friends, their girlfriends, their adventures, their stories ... their lives. But a photo
had more prominence than others. The photo was of two girls in swimsuits hugging on the banks of the River Paraná. My sister asked: - Who is this boy who accompanies you Grandpa? "-" That was Robertito ... "murmured the grandfather, and we can only hope to tell us who he was. "That man was my great friend," he added, and then finish off with: "and saved my life in exchange for his." I do not know how long we stay silent, but silence dominated the time, that little by little, he went dressed emotion with the occasional tear, which we all tried to conceal.
Robertito My grandfather and swam on the Paraná River to enjoy swimming and to surprise the girls. It was very common for young people to demonstrate their manhood with dangerous swim trials in the treacherous river. But later it becomes dangerous player, and before a show, my grandfather got stuck with some algae and could not stay afloat. Robertitio, who competed against him, swam for help. My grandfather returned to the shore just breathing, Robertito not.
This slide, which had already set several minutes, was on the same day.
is remarkable as a person still alive in a picture, and as my grandfather took him out of it so that everyone knew that this strange that nobody knew, was almost part of the family.
But what got me thinking was when my grandfather said, "That's the only picture that exists of him."
What if that photo does not exist, my grandfather had told us about him? My sister had had an excuse to ask about that strange?
I had the feeling that the day that picture disappears, so too will the memory that there was a Robertito.
thought back to my house with me. I concluded that there will come a day when that last photo, which remains immortalized my being gone. And no family member will have a curious excuse for me to do again.
also come that day when my work to disintegrate, lost or sold at a flea market to the highest bidder. And only then I'll stop there really, as soon after birth. There comes a time where my own offspring do not know of my existence and my name will not charge any sense. Meanwhile
try to have my photos in the future, a reason to believe that a great-grandson, that behind this strange, has a story to tell.
0 comments:
Post a Comment