An old friend

It would seem that some of the decisive moments of life, are to be lived once again…


La bajada Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
Downhill
Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

And then, when her father was about to insist on how the piano was such a great instrument, and also, so proper for little girls, a startling howl of a dog was clearly heard. It consisted of a strange mixture of long and sustained wails that contained certain hair-rising, eerie notes.

Parque Simón Bolívar Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
Simón Bolívar Park
Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

Those whining sounds produced a total silence in all, gathered that morning, to whom the noise made by the dog affected in a sorrowful way, except the little girl, who smiled and began to laugh…

“See! The dog agrees with me and says that I will be a great violinist!” She exclaimed, her face radiant with happiness.

Fachada Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
Facade
Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

Confronted by such a powerfully fierce resolve, her father softly answered, completely surprising his wife:

“Well, all right, child. We’ll see what can be done so you can learn to play the violin, and may God help us all…”

La torre Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
The church tower
Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

 

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Follow the leader

In  life there are some people that open new road and those that follow them


El desfile Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
The parade
Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

Finally, with a deep sigh that was never her outside of him, just when Angelica’s father was about to begin his lecture on the important reasons why girls were restricted to delve in the prohibited holy grounds of the violin…

However, that explanation never took place. The girl interrupted his speech, as it happens so frequently with children, have this prodigious way of centering the grown-ups and showing them a fresh world once more, just like they had seen it, before they forgot its magic and simplicity…

Platillos Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
Cymbals
Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

“Daddy, did you notice how the rest of the instruments followed the violin?”

“What’s that, my child?” her Father answered, for he was a bit lost and confused, trying to find convincing arguments that back up his piano proposal to the child…

“Yes, Daddy, look, it’s so easy. The rest of those instruments were following the violin, just like when I’m playing with my friends back in Chiquinquirá. In those games, Father, I’m always the leader, so I lead and they follow. At least, that’s what Mother says… am I right, Mother?

La esquina Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
The corner
Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

“So, when I was listening to the violin, it seemed to me that the other instruments could follow me and my violin, just like my friends do back home. That way we could all play together, but with music, just like those men did a while ago in church. Don’t you agree?”

Her father and mother looked at each other without knowing what to answer, confronted by that frank determination the little girl displayed, the same attitude that would never allow any negotiations, for her mind was unquestionably made up, with no leeway for buts of any kind.

 

Entre callejones Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
The alleys
Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

 

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And… a star is born

How many people walk the streets and go by inadvertently, when in reality they are so extraordinary that as time goes by and they pass away, history itself will  recognize them, holding their memory forever.


Los helados Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
Ice cream
Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

“When I grow up, I am going to play just like that man in the centre, the one with the white hair. What do you call what the man was playing?”

Smiling his father contemplated her for a long while and then answered,

“That… is called music.”

“Oh please, Father, I’m very serious. I know it’s called music. But that thing made of wood, a sort of a little box that he rubbed with the stick and sounded so beautiful… what is it called?”

“That little box is a musical instrument, the same as the others. It’s called a violin my dear.”

“Well, when I’m older, I shall play the violin. And I will play it to sound just as lovely.”

Plaza de La Recoleta Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
Plaza de La Recoleta
Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

“The piano is better for you and more appropriate, my child.”

“Does it sound like the violin?”

“Well, no… it’s quite different, you see, but better for you darling.”

“Better? No, I’m so sorry, father, but it will be better… when I’m playing the violin!”

La procesión Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia
The procession
Sucre, Chuquisaca, Bolivia

Her father was at a loss of words, without knowing how to answer that fierce determination he had observed in his daughter. Perhaps, only a few years old, but on many occasions, she had already proved herself.

La procesión Sucre, chuquisaca, Bolivia
Music
Sucre, chuquisaca, Bolivia

 

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