Voyages Of My Childhood
(Nurys Medrano)
When I was five years oldI did not understand whyI could not act like the children of my age;why I was always spendingto the conversations and commentaries of the adult people;why the teacher's explanationby that time,it does not fulfill my expectations;why totakea press or magazinearticleto read it without knowing nor understandingwhat it says. if thatwas the situation of that girl who although seemed shy, byher quiet performances; byher outstanding obedience; I did not understood why shecould not have fun in a round of infantile games and; why she was interesting inobserving the behavior of the adult to followthem very meticulously and to be always present in the acts they celebrated in that small village withstraight stone streets and dividedit into four sectors, where high class was not different fromthe poorpeople o who livedin the townnavy, bathed in the north by the Caribbean Sea and in the south by awarm river that in the winter times threatened ending the five existing streets of the colorful town where everything was known and nothing was hidden.very early in the morningthey all were crowded together in the river and therethey commented whathad happened in the recent24 hours; a town where everyone was known by each other and made part offamiliar nucleusinone form or another; there I was,running, listening without being able to understand what they commented; it didn't matter I listened; oncea beautiful woman arrived who had left townduring 10 years she turned all a woman; and; that woman who all the men of the town navy admired young people;adolescents people and the elder ones;she became for the priest of that moment in town, the woman of his life. the woman surprised by the reactions of the priest when noticing her presence could notbelieve what it was happening and;she took it like a divine punishment; then she decidedto leave the town again; the priest of Italian origin could not reactabout those feelings he believed to dominate. there he observed without any knowledgeabout whathappened, I, that girl that sometimes demonstrated attitudes of impressive intelligencehow shecouldseem like the most stupid one and the more slowed down of all.
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