In the lands of the coffee, from the book, Searching for treasures
The streets in Taxco, Guerrero, Mexico
After the day’s lessons, I immediately headed back to my parent’s store & eating house. That’s when the day’s work began in earnest. The place was on the muleteer’s way, and though we weren’t rich, we didn’t lack the bare necessities.
“As children, we had the responsibility to help out with the never-ending everyday life’s chores, just like the grown-ups and the rest of the folk. There wasn’t any more time left for more studies, even if the schools had been able to offer them. I can just hear my father telling me: Sure thing, my boy. Now you just go off to school. In the meantime, we’ll take care of all your chores for you, don’t you worry!”
“I’m not complaining, not at all. I’d say we had quite a good life at that. I’m grateful for the life I lead as a kid,” he added with a smile. Perhaps a bit nostalgic, he let his mind wander off to those faraway times that he lived so many years before.
For the briefest of moments, the past became the present, turning into that lost childhood. The same moments of our youth that we try so desperately to leave as we are living it.