Believe it or not, I was born in a police car, road to “Kings County Hospital Center” in Brooklyn on July 13, 1977, around nine o’clock at night.
New York that night, was dark and numerous riots swept the city. My mother told me that my first cry was mixed with sounds of ambulance, fire and police, broken glass, fire, thunders, shouting.
About me? This is my story simple.
Since I have memory, I have had a pencil between my fingers. I grew up in front of an white paper, invincible, I’ve learned from every line, every shape and every shadow.
Sometimes it’s immense the shadow, indifference.
… I can see the flashes of bombs about Syria in the middle of the night.
Perhaps the economic crisis began on September 11 of 2001. Perhaps Obama was just a marketing campaign, a safe-conduct, after Bush´s painful politic.
Perhaps those images of Neil Armstrong walking on the moon was the greatest overproduction of Hollywood history.
Perhaps Islam and Osama were the voodoo dolls for West … Although I think the worst terrorism is not broadcast on television.
Maybe Lehman Brothers was not the first victim, if not the first executioner. Perhaps this crisis began in Dubai, where have artificial islands, ski slopes in the desert and the highest skyscraper in the world. Maybe, while everyone looked to Wall Street…
…And Wikileaks is a joke.
Here you have some pictures of my fun adventure.
Ok, In my ears I listen “Surfin Bird” of “The Trashmen”. It’s Holy Wednesday and I must cross the city, so I’ll do it safely. Because there is a great pandemic on streets!. Faith! In this city go out hundreds of biblical images!
On my way, I find two skaters that begin to ask yourself several questions about me.
…A pedestrian, surprised at my suit.
Damn mask! is really suffocating!. But this is the price to pay for be protected.
Here begins my mission, my adrenaline starts to rise, I will cross a crowded city, replete illiterate policemen who may believe that I am a member of al Qaeda.
It’s been really rewarding seeing hundreds of faces searching an answer. How? Why? What is this guy doing? What are it going dress?.
I will never forget the silence of those workers who saw me pass, or the face of traffic policeman with the whistle at the crossing, and the patrol car slowed when he saw me. It was really fantastic!
I hope I have left a little more clear my position about Holy Week, God and the church.
Soon I will tell you more things!
“We create cities in deserts and not are for the hungries.”