Explosions from another time and another moment of life
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Chapter IX: The girl and the mango tree
San Miguel de Allende’s streets, Guanajuato, Mexico
Helplessly I submitted, relishing the shear chaotic noise, instant by instant. I drank in the anarchic uproar of sounds and explosions, as they ultimately surrounded that city and finally ensnared it in its grasp. And in pursuit of one more rush, with eyes bright, cheeks intensely flushed, and heart furiously pounding, I let myself go, carried away with nowhere to hide, in a never-ending moment; wishing it would stretch out forever.
Nothing lasts forever, as I learned later in life. As I grew older, I experienced other types of fireworks, very different in their nature and particularly in their intentions. I had changed and, deep inside, an anxiety would overcome me, for the explosions I heard then, reminded me of the bombs from the airplanes and tanks in the streets, I had heard before…
During the festivities, people walked the streets, and they would stop, at times, to admire the different altars on display. Many people walked in loosely formed groups. Some of these were made up by children and others by young people. When walking together in groups, the grownups and the older people usually turned out to be interesting; generally speaking, they were both more boisterous and much louder. Possibly because as they walked past, they were laughing, shouting or just having a good time, ostensibly more so, than the kids or the children.
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