And how many conversations took place between a mother and her daughter, through innumerable civilisations and uncountable millennia
Uquía, Jujuy, Argentina
“That was how it turned out, that on one night, my mother and I, happened to share this long conversation. It consisted on the history of my father, that same person, whom I was always so terrified of.”
La Quiaca, Jujuy, Argentina
“Whom also, as yourself, I had never understood. Much less, how things could have turned out in life, finally allowing such a great person, as my mother, to wed such a low life, an individual of no merits at all, to understand her marriage with such a despicable individual of the likes of Jaimito Arevalo.”
Humahuaca, Jujuy, Argentina
Before she continued, Pilar, before anything else in life, a great artist, breathed deeply, closing her eyes. Concentrating, she began to recreate that narrative in her own style, which others may have considered theatrical in extreme. Her melodious voice, also deeply sensual, acquired a totally different personality to her own person. Meanwhile, Felipe totally engrossed and taken aback, slowly enjoyed his wine:
“The story that I must refer to this night, necessarily goes back then, to describe how we met Jaimito, perhaps on a predestined night, and to the most peculiar incidents that gave way to this event.”
Humahuaca, Jujuy, Argentina
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