It is already very cold ... it's time to go home in the warmth! I pass over the metro and I see them there, side by side, one who seeks to warm breath of the other '!
This metro station is not much more than 15, in the other there were a dozen more! They all more or less the same expression: long, unkempt mustache, long beard, black hands, a sallow complexion and eyes lost all the time who wonder''what am I doing here?''. I do not
I answer and go forward! I see the man who last night with some friends we offered a glass of wine. It was only on a narrow bench with a blanket and with little will to live!
Last night he gave us his best smile thank us for our offer, who knows when they will smile again!?
I stop for a bit 'to watch them without them seeing me ... I want to understand more about themselves and their world!
The only conclusion I arrive that I'll never understand anything of their world, simply because their world does not exist! They have nothing! No home, no family, no friends, nor those damn money that reduced them so! They have almost worst of all dignity and no longer have hopes and dreams! The only thing left is a bit 'of resistance to life and looks disgusted or compassionate, but this depends on what kind of person come to the eyes, passers-by!
Yes, they would have the opportunity to house some accommodation that will help them a bit 'maybe to start a new life, but frankly, who would have the strength to start over at 40 or 50 years after having lost everything? ... EVERYTHING!
Fa cold shivers and some of them so fearful, that tries to help him close up but can offer you a glass of wine, the more there that already drunk discussing with the police, the couple behind me that there is more than love is united to warm up, then there's him playing guitar and decided to go his way alone!
Among them are hundreds of shoppers, wealthy and not in a hurry oblivious to almost anything if there were only one meter them, almost as if those tramp (who lost the pleasure of having a name!) did not exist!
is so difficult to give a glass of wine to see a smile? And so difficult to give a look? 'S so hard to feel these men, men ... like us who are simply live? I can not answer!
I go ... I feel an emptiness inside, but I have not done anything! Tomorrow I will come back, maybe they will all be there ... maybe more, but more likely, this cold be a lot less!
Committee in August 2006 - Return to Morelia ... published in the newspaper''The Voice of Cese''
I think some feelings and emotions are difficult or impossible to bring in a few lines of a small newspaper but at the same time I feel the need to expose my experiences with the presumptuous aim to make their mark in some people and maybe be able to make him live a little 'of what I experienced!
It all started when I decided to leave Cese to go to Mexico with a voluntary association and live 20 days in the company of strangers from all over the world! And 'no denying that the test was hard and I was full of doubts, but then making me courage I took my backpack and I came across the ocean!
Here I am in Mexico and in my mind now spend the usual recommendations of friends and relatives''''!!!'', careful eye that there is no hunger''!!!'', see where you're money !!!'' and all other words very logically anticipate that such a trip!
I know my friends at home, are all European! At the end of the trip will prove great friends!
spent the first day and almost anonymous during which the only objective was to gather and organize the house!
The third day finally know the Mexican people, we make a little trip with them and end of day one of these guys from overseas invites us to make a party at his home. I thought to myself''Hmmm, where you getting at? Why we know less than a day ec'invita in your home? Well we will see the evening flowing !!!'', between cerveza, singing, dancing and laughter. For almost 5 in the night and we decide in our European volunteers to return home, leaving debris scattered throughout the house party of the poor Hugo! We say it's been a pleasure to welcome you! We're back at his home 2 more times!
The next day the World Cup and Grand Final after celebrating with a friend English Italian fan we leave the bar and meet Miguel, another Mexican boy with a smile that tells us to climb in his car, we are 8! It takes us around the city, makes us see the typical local Mexican and inside the car remember the night before! invites us to his house!
Let's just me and him English! Miguel's father has not killed for political reasons, lives with his mother and two brothers and three sisters in other
few days passed and now it's time for a giant Rafael good that at one o'clock at night invites us to drink in his house. We enter and immediately goes from mother to tell her that European guests so she gets up during sleep to greet us, gives us an idea of \u200b\u200bMexico and back to sleep! Rafa takes a case of beer and some things to eat, later, perhaps because of the alcohol or maybe I do not know, tells us that later this month he and his mother, as the end of each month, will range from close to begging for stuff to buy eat! At this point we Europeans look at each other and the beers in our hands get a little 'heavier ... he sees us and tells us embarrassed to be quiet because the guest is sacred to him, we should not worry you will find a way to eat this month! Then there are
Pablo, Chave, Benjamin and many others that will brighten our days with traditional Mexican songs, with dancing to the rhythm of Tequila with stories of folklore but, moreover, continue to talk about friendship and how our presence in their life, even if for a few days, had a unique and special meaning, and when finally, remember that now have international friends that await them at arms are moved almost open!!
Days pass and the relationship with the Mexicans is getting stronger every day and my wealth of experience is becoming richer!
I think and how we Italians are always very suspicious of foreigners, we must look at, measure, classify and then if we become like our friends! in Mexico, no!
begin to understand that these people who think in terms of life 100 years behind us, above us in mind! No one here does things to get something material, but''only''to receive the respect and friendship! I understand that people here are aware of his poverty and living life day by day, giving everything he has! No hassles! In a single term DISFRUTA!
E 'the day came to say goodbye. All they give me something to bring to Italy: cd, football shirts, flags, tequila, etc. .. all greet me with a big hug and call me''hermano ''or''Italian''amigo, all I promise to visit me one day, I invite all to come back but above all I remember because this is Disfrutar their philosophy, the same philosophy, I think, we had the Italians a century ago but now, unfortunately, we have more! Viva Mexico!!