OMG,
anther day has gone so quickly and in 2 days time I'll be travelling back to
work and all that. It's st. Rocco's day, protector of our little village. I was
there to attend ceremony for the first time in my adult life. I think I use to
do it when I was a little, little kid. I'm not the kind of person who likes following
or mixing with large crowds of people. I never liked costumes and folklore
ceremonies especially those with religion involved. To the greatest disappointment
of my grandmother I got it all very early and stopped attending church at the
age of 6!!! (Wasn't I a clever girl?!?)
However,
this morning I've joined them as each person counts now, our little village is
dying out and I tought my mother was right when she said it'll be nice if I
joined too this time. And so I did. I've already been feeling depressed lately
but this made me feel even more depressed. It was all so sad to me. While there
taking some photos I remembered G.G. Marquez's book (my favorite ever) 100
Years of Solitude, and witnessed the whole wisdom book contains happening right
there and right now. This is Macondo and
it's future has been written already. It is so, so much heartbreaking and so much late to change a single
thing.
