images have always had an overwhelming power. Sometimes, much more than words. Photography, according to its etymology, derived from the Greek (photo = light and graph = writing). Ie can be seen photographing the art of painting or writing with light.
(Photo Llatas)
Surely if we were asked to each of us images have impacted us most or which we consider most representative last century, many would agree with that so terrible mushroom cloud caused by the first atomic bomb on Hiroshima. Also come to our retinas a photograph of Hitler, or the German concentration camps. Continuing with the theme of war ( the twentieth century has unfortunately not been very peaceful say), the famous photo of Robert Capa in which immortalizes a English militiaman killed by a shot in the civil war. Photographs of
Che Guevara, Marilyn Monroe, the Beatles, Gandhi, Kennedy , etc., Will be forever in our memory because we have come and helped to meet people who have marked our recent history.
few days ago, a good friend of mine showed me the photo that accompanies these words . Seeing her, I was a long time in silence, enjoying it. This photograph is a true gem . Because represents a slice of recent history, yet as distant in time, our people.
Many of us remember, sure, those afternoons or winter evenings, when they met our grandfathers, fathers, uncles or neighbors around the fire after dinner. The grandmother was boiled a pot with malta (sometimes, the little, brown) and suddenly, the small wooden table that served for many things, available at the center of the room and around it, four chairs low in those seats hilete , somewhat marred by the use and years (the same ones that were removed at the door on summer evenings to get to fresh).
And there they were, two pairs of players, a deck, a brisca, some jokes and entertainment. With Malta, some of cazalla copic or mistelle and first stakes of the game, with tempers still plates, the opponents agreed to play some nights lunch or "Flemish" paella with a rabbit or hare of the season newly opened game.
I remember as a child sitting in my chair by my grandfather, following the departure . On those nights I learned the signs, the mechanics of the game, the cards were triumphs, tips, special vocabulary used to mislead the "enemy", which was a "claw", to count the points ... On those nights I learned to have fun things we do not need . Enough only a table, some chairs, a deck and want to be together. I learned that laughter is simple and easily transmitted, we were happy, there was not much to share, but what little there was shared from the heart.
This picture tells a lot. I invite to be careful to observe that long ... you from the bottom of nearby images your memories will live, intimate, despite that they are now distant in time.
Asmara.
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