Its been a very lazy day...
I went to the cemetary yesterday and freaked out like crazy, I swear to baby jesus that something was following me in there. The cemetarys here are creepy, they have huge headstones with religous symbols; crosses, angels, the virgin marys picture, and worst of all the departeds pictures all rusted and old. Death here is worshipped and souls walk amongst us, every building has a story about spirits and ghosts.
I bought like a 3 dozen tortillas yesterday to take to my aunt, but i got really tired of carrying them; if you want to go somewhere here, you must walk. So my cousin and I decided to give them to someone in need, we probably walked like 2 hours until we finally found someone that we both agreed on. It was this old, thin, frail, looking lady; I felt such sadness for her. When I asked her if she wanted them, she didnt hesitate at all and took them, and when I looked at her eyes I saw that look of desperation and gratitude, such tired eyes. Fuck! I wish I had the power, the ability, the money to help her and many like her. But I cant even help myself, let alone others. I go back home a week from today, and i cant decide if Im ready. I havent even begun the proper search for my biological father, and im not sure I want to deal with that now. Theres always next time I come, which wont be too long; but it might be too late.
I bought like a 3 dozen tortillas yesterday to take to my aunt, but i got really tired of carrying them; if you want to go somewhere here, you must walk. So my cousin and I decided to give them to someone in need, we probably walked like 2 hours until we finally found someone that we both agreed on. It was this old, thin, frail, looking lady; I felt such sadness for her. When I asked her if she wanted them, she didnt hesitate at all and took them, and when I looked at her eyes I saw that look of desperation and gratitude, such tired eyes. Fuck! I wish I had the power, the ability, the money to help her and many like her. But I cant even help myself, let alone others. I go back home a week from today, and i cant decide if Im ready. I havent even begun the proper search for my biological father, and im not sure I want to deal with that now. Theres always next time I come, which wont be too long; but it might be too late.