My broken toys

Chapter 1… My poor broken down worlds



Visión histórica                  Parque de Héroes y Mártires, León, Nicaragua
Historical vision                  Parque de Héroes y Mártires, Leon, Nicaragua

When I think of my grandfather and his influence, profoundly imprinted on me by his passage through my life, memories of my broken toys come to my mind. Those damaged playmates of my early years, which life had ravished and invariably ended in his delicate hands searching for help. It was enough that he saw me walking towards him, possibly carrying one of my knick knacks or a broken down toy, for him to drop everything on the spot, in that same instant, and no matter what, rush to my aid.


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Grandfather Jairo

Chapter 1… My poor broken down worlds


Calles de centro ciudad de León, León, Nicaragua
Downtown street                   Historical Centre, Leon, Nicaragua

Grandfather Jairo was the comet that suddenly appeared or disappeared from the skies of my childhood. Constantly traveling, 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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