Walk on sidewalks, up, down, and cross streets, require one of the most delicate senses: sight. Can you imagine it without seeing? I've always heard that to understand someone is to be put in place, and with an inspired exercise in investigative journalism, I was blindfolded until they stick or a flash of light, I placed my sunglasses and went for a walk. Literally did not know what I was getting into.
suddenly lose vision, causes anxiety and an inexplicable despair, darkness is disconcerting, it's totally black, no shades of colors. It becomes a puzzle to know what makes those around you, vertigo makes theirs, feel your feet sink and the earth will swallow you. Shake hands and stick well. Sudan hands, and stick too. "If only I knew where to track."
Other senses are awakened. Some voices, with some trepidation I said, "walk right", "still there", but never knew what was right, nowhere was there, neither knew where I was or where he went, much less how it came. I take off the bandages again and again, but something inside me said, "Do not give up, not yet. " Followed by those sidewalks so rustic, hard, endless and difficult to walk.
is not easy to move about the streets made for a world of seers, no option for others, conditions do not exist simply because we live in a selfish world where leaders do not see beyond their noses, pockets and stomachs. I tripped over piles of trash, broken sidewalks, holes and gutters. But the hardest thing was crashing a city full of humans insensitive to who is easier to criticize, walk away, be the other way, having to shake hands and guide someone in need.
I bumped into police officers who were and went on their bikes and passed by my side without uttering a sound, inadvertently touched several people in his arms, hands and on their faces, and remained inert and impassive, like sphinxes. Felt for their perfumes as some turned away from me and thus perceived the smell of his indifference.
However, midway, there was a man who imagine an adult who owns a noble voice, paused, breathing tired, I said, "going very well, still out there," and even after a long way still driving me so patiently and faithfully. My nose showed me carrying a bag of fresh bread baking. A while later, I felt very heavy traffic because the horns of cars deafened me, was in the street and suddenly a woman full of enthusiasm he said, "let me cross." He shook hands, hugged me very hard, I felt love, I smiled and left deep inside me say, "Thank you, God bless."
And although the insignificant time I lived in the darkness does not approach the vastness of the stories they can tell those who do not look with your eyes, it became very clear: people who do not see, they are definitely heroes who have won a battle to fear, to discover and celebrate the most beautiful life because he closed his eyes we see much further. Dedicated
Celeste Fajardo, on Caidva.
"What is essential is invisible to the eye"
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. The Little Prince.
Photos: Albany Chapellín.
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