The Old-childs and the Grandparents

And the best gift I ever got in this life was my childhood…

Domingo en el pueblo Barichara, Santander, Colombia
Sunday in town           Barichara, Santander, Colombia


At her tender age and in view of her inexperience, it would be asking too much of the child to understand that her Grandparents, never enjoyed a moment of infancy.

El paso del tiempo Barichara, Santander, Colombia
The passing of time           Barichara, Santander, Colombia


Totally opposite to Dora and her friends, they had been conceived and born into the world as adults to grow up like young grown-ups, since they were children.  You could say they grew up as old-children.

Serious and mature since they were children, it was an effort to abide next to genuine childhood; mostly because, they just couldn’t understand it.

El paso del tiempo Barichara, San Gil, Colombia
Walking the streets             Barichara, San Gil, Colombia

Infancy’s magical world consisted in an inexplicable and certainly illogical enigma, for it was a realm sadly unknown to Don Abundio and Doña Katalina. When they had that moment in life within their reach, they allowed it to run by them, and allowed pass unseen and unobserved, always searching for the security, for the shelter, offered by their lives in that world of adults, in the extreme rigidity of the pre-established social conventions.


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