trip Chronicle announced:
A trip to the hometown, reason, 50 th anniversary of graduates from the National School of Commerce.
Back to hometown after several decades to meet with high school classmates, fill our minds with feelings and emotions. Instruments that move us deeply, throat tightness, which barely concealed tears hover.
City, Paraná and peers de aquellos tiempos, ubicados ahora en un aula que nos fuera común, a lo largo de 5 años de convivencia, hace tanto tiempo. Adolescentes inquietos, curiosos y dispuestos al conocimiento y la amistad. Viejas picardía, bromas, paradigmas que vuelven a hacerse presentes, adolescentes que han crecidos, cautelosos, ávidos de volver a verse como en aquellos tiempos. Para muchos, la ciudad alberga nuestro primer hogar, nuestros padres y los familiares, hoy casi todos muertos, es el “si lugar”. Es el origen, el “ground cero” de nuestras vidas. De la amistad, del cariño y del primer amor.
Un programa a respetar, visita a la escuela, recepción de la rectora actual, mujer joven y simpática. Visita a una de “nuestras” aulas, allí; palabras de un antiguo rector, de un celador de aquellos tiempos, emociones, algunas lágrimas resbalando lentas por los rostros, por momentos adustos, labrados de arrugas, pelos blancos, palabras, silencios, voces que conmueven, que se meten despacito en nuestras mentes. Imágenes de abuelos-alumnos sentados en pupitres, algunos distraídos mostrando sus fotografías, conversando entre sí, orgullosos de sus familiares, de sus hijos, de sus nietos y por momentos llenos de risas, brillo en los ojos y alegría. Sentimientos encontrados, emotividad y felicidad, pasado y presente, que se funden a cada momento.
Alguien sugiere que cada uno de nosotros count aspects of his life, anecdotes, opinions, whatever you want to know. Gradually slows and each next to their desks and tell. Some are expressed with ease, others with difficulty, paused, as chewing the memories, others excited, eager to express their experiences, rich, abundant life is what happened, different, like each other, full of nuances. Fifty years have gone, from the soul, slipping through his fingers and again the tears and laughter, flooding the classroom. Applause, applause continued for at nineteen speakers who have verbalized their lives in a few minutes each.
We look, we smile, we discover, we are behind of the current faces, we found youth, old age behind, is now out of the room slowly, no hurry, walk through the old galleries on a gray day, a fine mist with us splashing our lives, we go a little more on the day scheduled and memories as a white aura surrounds us and thus we walk. Walk in silence, enjoying the ride, which may not be repeated.
This "if held" there belongings, experiences, memories that brought us together and unite us, no friendship. Memories of teachers, of circumstances that had slept for decades and now we appear, slowly emerging, a curtain that runs and looks up que nos vimos ayer, todos prendidos del recuerdo que supo juntarnos hace 50 años y ahora otra vez, todos juntos en la escalera, flashes, cámaras. Nadie quiere perderse nada, fotos que hay que llevar a casa, para algunos muy cerca, para quienes se quedaron a vivir en Paraná, para otros, a cientos o miles de kilómetros de allí. Para los que viajaron para la conmemoración, para reencontrarse con los recuerdos, fotos para asegurarse que existieron esos recuerdos, que todo fue cierto.
Al medio día un almuerzo, ya cada vez más nosotros mismos, los seres de hoy y sus recuerdos. Una amistad que ha renacido. Una larga mesa de un restaurante nos contiene, intercambiar mail, celulares, un tiempo tecnológico has changed our minds. At night, a dinner at the home of a colleague, we are as we were decades ago, sitting among classmates, friends, laughter there. Suddenly a colleague that morning was not reached, the blind, walk slowly, and we will go with recognition, his hands go over relief on the faces, many suffer in silence, others cry and seeing her, she smiles, is happy again.
At the end of dinner, a fellow comedian is revealed as a brilliant, talented. He makes us laugh out loud, telling their unique story without end, a very particular gaucho, half adventure and half philosopher. A walker flat pampas of Argentina, lovable, hesitant and full of simple and austere life. His face, his speech, his inflections, his gestures, touch us .. Bright as graduates tonight, maybe tomorrow everything that happened seems a dream.
The real fact was, on December 11, 2009, at the National School of Commerce in Paraná, Entre Ríos. It was raining.
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