Like layers of forgotten memories, inconveniences pushed back to tea time, found again after having missed all the trains, from the first to the last (regrets are useless)
*posted for the first time in June 2019
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Archives par mot-clé : memories
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Seriously interfering in the neglected categories, on the verge of effusion, between the faded eyelashes of time (presumably), and delaying the insertion of a scrimpy alphabet seeking appeasement.
*first published in April 2019, modified in April 2020
to do what one should not do
you stumbled over the difficult words, you did what you should not have done, your eyes sighed, you dropped the bottles, you got lost in the woods, you did not answer the call, you only knew how to do that, to do what you should not have done.
layers
Like layers of forgotten memories, inconveniences pushed back to tea time, found again after having missed all the trains, from the first to the last (regrets are useless)
Crossing the Andes
Andes, October 2018, canon, ©Sylvie Gé
Crossing the Andean Cordillera by bus will remain etched in my memory as a great moment. On the Chilean side, the majestic icy peaks make us feel the power of nature. On the Argentine side, all the shades of green and yellow intertwine.
The crossing between Santiago and Mendoza was to last seven hours, but extended from eight thirty in the morning to seven in the evening. The mileage is not very high, but we must deal with the delays due to the blockage of the road and the Argentine customs (in a huge hangar). After a long wait, while the customs officers pass the luggage through the scanner, four suitcases are exposed (while all the other passengers look from behind), customs officers examine the « guilty » suitcases in front of everybody (not recommended). Waiting a few hours before the road is finally free seems to bother only us. The other passengers, imperturbable, wait patiently. A few hours is nothing in this part of the world. The road is sometimes closed for days and the cars just line up waiting for everything to calm down. The wait was well worth it. I will never forget.