Wich is the best gift you have received in your life?

The best gift I have received was one time when my girlfriend took me blindfolded to the optical to buy me a new eyeglasses with her first salary of her first job, that day was my birthday and one week before, around that hour, I was lost in a maize field, triying to come back from the university: I had lost my glasses recently and I had'nt realize how many I need it.

 

PD. Don't ask me how I ended up in a maize field, I couldn't see anything XD

Morning ritual My great-grandmother’s arm shook very fast to light the firewood, my cousin, my sisters and I came in. The sun poured between the wood in the walls, between the strips of bark, so separated than you could feel both outside and inside. The smoke flooded that place, brisk, boiling, fast in a white hair rush. Volatil fractals alternated in thousand rays of light and shadow. The kitchen became a temple, a prayer to a less technologic past. My great-grand mother, shamanic, seemed to fade out in the hut, her white hair, the lines in her face, her handwoven clothes. While she set tortillas, beans and coffee on a immense comal, my great-grandmother chatted cheerful and sincere, with a low beery senil tone, speaking slow and soft. Everything was magic, unreal. It was the life in Toluca hills, every morning, in my great-grandmother’s house.

Chimalhuacan buried Yesterday, when I got home, I saw a pile of tools in my sidewalk and I realized my street would be blacktopped soon. I began to remember when here there was only a handful of houses, at that time this place looks more as a desert than a town, the ground was very open and frecuently the wind blows very heavy until create storms and eddies made of sand and trash. In the summer, it poured with rain and the desert became a lagoon, when my family wanted to get out from home, we sinked in the mud to our knees. Some time later a native kind of grass from Chimalhuacan grew up and a lot of ajolotes began to appear into the water. In a short lapse of time one could see millions of frogs and toads hopping in everywhere. I liked to haunt them, and organizate hop competitions whit my friends. Suddenly, while I was thinking in my childhood, I saw a rat getting out from a sewer. Before here wasn't rats... nor seweres. I thought. The city is eating this place, slowly, nothing is like in the past, the people younger than me don't belive my stories about the frogs, the eddies and the lagoons, (like I don't belive the stories of people older than me, who tells here there was fishes and herons in widers lagoons, 30 years ago). Today, only there are grey houses. Time is going away, everything is changeling. I'm miss the old times, could it means I'm getting old? I still remember that nights when toads and frogs croaked as loud than nobody couldn't sleep and my dad said -one day everything will be pavimented here and that horrible animals will be extincted-. I haven't see toads or frogs in many years. Soon, maybe tomorrow, the asphalt machine will pass over here and the old Chimalhuacan will be buried, and will stay unknown.

First notebook entry: Introducing myself My native language is Spanish, I'm learning English because I like it and it helps me in my work. I grew up in Chimalhuacan, a place in Mexico where until some years ago the kids got fun hunting frogs and "ajolotes".