Short stories of a long journey

Category: 02 The treasure

  • The things in front of us

      “I simply didn’t have the capacity or maybe the experience, Santander  Avenue         Manizales, Caldas, Manizales and for reasons I still can’t absolutely define; I didn’t recognize it at the moment.   Perhaps we search for things in the wrong way, and even if they are in front of us, we don’t identify…

  • Close to home

    The balconies          Neira, Caldas Antioquia   “What did you say? No, My Dear Lady! I know it’s not an impossible mission, an unreachable pursuit,”  San Jerónimo  Valley                        San Sebastian Palmitas, Antioquia, Colombia   he exclaimed, smiling widely and turning to face…

  • The most treasured

    On the road          Highway to Juliaca, San Román, Perú   “Still, I always eventually recognized that though I had encountered indescribable beauty, and on so many occasions, none of it all had enclosed all the necessary requirements, so as to indisputably affirm it was, indeed, the best of all, the most treasured.”   Doña…

  • The most priceless treasure

      You could say that I’m searching for the most valuable treasure that this whole wide world has to offer.   I have seen and admired so many marvelous things,   yet none of these have totally filled me.    The stories                In Spanish         …

  • The most beautiful thing

    On the road             Salento, Quindío, Colombia   My search is of a simpler kind, but then , it doesn’t become less complicated because of that fact. The valley          Nacional Park El Cocora, Quindío, Colombia For years and uncountable miles, I have been devoted to the purpose of finding the most…

  • Searching for himself

      “And what was I looking for?” he smiled as he answered, “You might say I was searching for myself, but that is not really true.   I believe that, contrary to other persons, I have never lost myself, and indeed, I have always known where to find myself.”    The stories       …

  • The quest

      “I’ll tell you that it’s curious that you ask. It’s curious because I was precisely thinking about the subject just before coming in and beginning to chat with you.   The thing is… deep down inside, I believe that all these travels have been motivated by a quest.” Doña Eudalia had gotten up from…

  • The most beautiful thing

      “The most beautiful thing I have seen?”   For a moment, he was thoughtful, carefully considering the question.   His gaze stayed fixed to a photograph of the town’s church; it had been shot from the park, on a cloudless day with clear blue skies, and Simón had hung it next to the urinal…

  • Doña Eudalia’s diner

      The hungry passengers descended to hastily swallow the hot soups and dishes that were hurriedly served by Doña Eudalia’s aseptic white uniformed waitresses,   while she from her post behind the cash register, was on top of each detail, as she charged the meals and the entry to the toilet facilities.      The…

  • Doña Eudalia

      And that was precisely Doña Eudalia, no more, no less.   She was entrenched in a table next to her uniformed assistants   (the buses, travelling daily from the distant border, would stop for a half hour in front of her diner, a block and a half behind the town’s church and next to…