Notes / Missions - The Interior, Martin Caparros
Couples, Andrea A.
17.mayo.2008
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the end, (why is it that a "start" a phrase with the word "final ? - imagine contradictions of language) could start this with the phrase: "everything has to do with it." And bye. That would be enough. But today I have no desire to be as less expressive, and say a little more. It turns out that The Interior is Martin Caparros for me, one of those books I call the book "screen", a sort of book hinge, which was planted in front of me leaving a mark, just that, making a difference. A before and after, as in any trip. This book is one of those who leave something (even today can not specify what) and more, he confirmed the existence of questions that I can never answer, answered and made so many new ones that will be there in the air, because more Beyond finding or not the answers someday, I'm interested, I mobilized, the simple fact that these questions exist. Exist in the air. These questions remain there, flying help me change the look, my gaze. In light and the passage of time, the landscape, days, years. Watching. Exist. Thinking. Noting the speed with which the eyes of others happens, just happens, you can see, but can not watch. Or do not want to watch.
After all, now I know I'm not the only one who ever questioned about the interior. The real inside, that is there, full of roads, trips, routes, looks, words, characters, stories, which mobilizes the interior-interior. That being one, that is not material, but although you can not see, you can look, and concentrate on the question. Questioning the questions that everyone out there in the air, floating, bouncing.
I do not know whether to choose reread The Interior in the bus line 26 in Rosario and Centenera way - Retirement has been a good idea. But it happened. So I read and especially to look at missions. It was a strange journey, a journey within a journey into another trip, and another and another. When passed by the Abasto, the corner Aguero and Corrientes, I imagined, but actually I think he saw talking to Don Fernando Caparrós about the wonders of Andresito. A I wondered whether women had a long way to stop Pueyrredón, I think it took to respond, as if it never travel at 26. Is that she was asking if I Interior vacation this winter, when I accompanied my grandfather to The Falls, I could not ask him to go through Andresito, and to see if the street with the name of Don Fernando already exists or not. And when my phone rang and it was Evan on the other side, explaining that he was in retirement, I "hung up" looking for a plant on Avenida Corrientes, I think it's much if I say I saw three. And I thought that if missions is two colors, red and green, earth and grass. Buenos Aires, but above all Corrientes Avenue, is gray, a lot of gray and black taxis, subways, theaters, Once and Obelisk. And I laughed. I laughed because I remembered something I once heard from a Mexican "is not easy to summarize in a few words all that is Buenos Aires. For a look that falls short of adjectives to describe where each small place. " I think that deep down it bothered me that "La Reina del Plata" glimpse both eyes looking at coming to this country. I wonder what they see, what they really look and what actually exists. The book could be a quiet Caparros Be guided national and be offered to every traveler who comes at us, coming to Argentina to learn the tango and nothing else.
Already in the last stretch of 26 on the Avenida Leandro N. Alem, before you reach retirement, I was four or five blocks remembering or trying to put together a list, list in my head had meant everything for my mission in these twenty years, five months and one day old, and this was I got:
- Falls, travel to get wet. And although not before drenching, now say that one is much less wet.
- The beautiful red earth that I could not find anywhere else.
- The cutest perfume of damp earth.
- The burgundy color, strong, red soil that is wet now.
- The penultimate journey that my grandparents did together.
- The place where my grandfather wants to come back because she misses my grandmother and said that there's any wonder a little less.
- anecdotes my grandfather told me when I was 10 years on monkeys and giant toads.
- The next trip I'm going to do with my grandfather.
- The province of Argentina which, by their geographical location seems more brasuca that spic.
- Yerba
- Mate
- mates Afternoon , trips to Junín and great talks with friends.
- Caparrós / Erre / Don Fernando / Andresito / Posadas.
- Line 26.
- Avenida Corrientes.
- Mates was going to take that afternoon with Evan.
- reader notes I write.
- The pen I bought for the first time to write these words, then there is the computer and everything is easier, of course.
And that was how the first became final. Finally, I realize that everything has to do with everything. And I remembered that good hobby that has the Lord of the funny whiskers (Caparrós for those who do not know), you can make reading my favorite. Retirement had reached almost without realizing it. This ability to show some distant landscapes with words, and even for some, invisible to the eye. "Invisible" until we read it and so we can imagine. And check that many times the file can be equal, not more, than a thousand words. Because sometimes, when you're away from certain places (and believe me I say for knowingly) words also take you, help you to be there. To be able to watch.
When I realized, was already in retreat, and when you finish browsing Missions and turn the page, Caparrós beginning to look to the province of Corrientes. I had to travel in Corrientes. It's funny how I got carried away. How I love that constantly take me inside. After all, I will always be more rather than from here, the inner part of the interior. For Missions also mine.
the end, Evan came to visit from La Plata, Buenos Aires, I went to look at retirement, without leaving the province of Buenos Aires, I traveled but I walked Corrientes Misiones. The world, my country is a beautiful scarf.
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