My poor broken down worlds

Chapter I    My poor broken down worlds

Childhood dreams Central Park, Baños de Agua Santa Tungurahua, Ecuador
Childhood dreams          Central Park, Baños de Agua Santa  Tungurahua, Ecuador

Grandfather Jairo was the comet that suddenly appeared or disappeared from the skies of my childhood. Constantly travelling, Grandfather was born into this world, bearing the gift of being present in different places at the same time, tucked neatly under his arm. Even when he was far away, I always felt him next to me, as I pictured his smile in my mind: a smile as eternal as it was untiring.


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