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Like a cry from Tarzan when he found Cheetah, it was the bellowing that woke me up this morning, the potatoes arrived, a neighbor came from the street to another on his third-floor balcony. He didn’t keep a voice waiting behind my back that he said to me, did you hear that, you as it’s necessary in our kitchen. I live with people at risk in Covid times \u2013 19, so leaving home inevitably is my turn.<\/p>\n
After the morning routine, protected and with the backpack on my shoulder, I took my camera and set out to leave. I organized my roadmap to have to leave only once, so I would meet the best of vaccines in this time of pandemic, social estating. First the potatoes, then the pharmacy and finally the bakery. I set foot on the sidewalk convinced that in a short time I would begin to find irresponsible images that would allow me to write about them later. In the heart of the Los Sitios neighborhood, that would be “a piece of cake.”<\/p>\n
In the first four blocks I stumbled upon few people, all with their nasobuco. When I arrived at the market I came across a queue of seven people, something rare at nine in the morning, all protected and maintaining a proper distance. As much as I tried to find a photographic gap, he didn’t show up. I bought my potatoes and got to the pharmacy, something weird is going on in my neighborhood, five people away from each other, none talked to each other and over-separated. I couldn’t take an impact image here either, but I still had the queen of the queues in my area and that gave me a lot of security. When I arrived at the bakery I suffered the greatest disappointment in the morning, the tail was short, there was no lack of a nasobuco on each side, only one person went to the counter and the separation exceeded the meter between the people. Again I would go blank, I had not been able to take so far a frame worthy of analysis.<\/p>\n Paraphrasing a popular sports narrator, I left the bakery cocky, sorry and meditating, like the puncher who struck out. Today I was coming home with all the entrusting, but without a worthwhile photo. Suddenly, as a breath of the Holy Ghost something said to my subconscious: go easy and thank you for your blessed frustration today. It was then that I realized that this morning I had taken the best images of the last days.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"![\"Poco](\"https:\/\/www.palabranueva.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/93972380_358802628394154_8729398721336311808_n-1224x315.jpg\")