Regresando a casa

BACK HOME By Rodrigo Durán Rieder The output of Tel Aviv, it was exciting when we came to Bel-Gurion Airport, accounted for some of us travel on the same plane, others were returning through different companies, some of their own countries, did not see Avianca, I settled for it to be "American", the name alone gave me tranquility, the small groups of friends we select each other, talked pleased with the reelection of President Bush as he called occasionally to small groups of three to five to address until my turn came, we would scale in major cities such as Cairo, Paris, Madrid, Caracas before arriving at Bogota, so I thought when I got to the row of three seats on the right side inside the modern and luxurious ship. It was cold and the night was dark, my row mates were unknown, the unit took off, initially spoke in monosyllables until we entered our confidence and joy mix produced by the rewarding return but with empty pockets, but if their hearts full of many things, the kind that are "live" people in a healthy manner and as God commands. The night sky feels dark, flying clouds, often imaginary, as the view goes some way after crossing the window in that immensity where an illusionary thinking that you can grab the stars, the rhythmic step of the cabineras at times of requests of the passengers became somewhat uncomfortable, strong noise of the turbines, some travelers tocesitas and whispered conversations became common to hear even when each ad broke the sound and everyday travelers. I slept a slight pause, the sun's rays were bright landed again and again with the same take-off roofs of houses, landscapes and skylines to view.

The most beautiful of the trip came when the green appeared pictures of Boyaca was sweeping savannahs, astonishing beauty after having used the hearing to the funds of yellow ocher land of Jaffa, Nablus or Aqaba, these moments were changed some faces passengers, some had reached their destinations and the plane had left other dresses were different from when we left, some sleeping and tired and more continue to Brazil. This country has more significance because back in those distant lands, I think it will be for his size, football, jungle and coffee. El Dorado was warm, no one to know we received, only Bogotá opened his arms and while the vehicle was carrying me to the place where we would stay about 10 days to finalize our management, the city felt very mine and as if born here "by Home at Last "I said. So it feels when you return to the homeland he felt, loved and cried defended in the distance is now history. As I write, new projects arrive, Villavicencio now looms as an expectation home, while reading at the seventh between 22 and 24, the same facade of "Jorge Eliecer Gaitan" the same and equal cartoneros sellers at night are replaced with pansies and scavenging whores bread every day in the constant bustle in the cold and mistrust. After a while, fiddling on the north, Santa Barbara, were the same as luxury cars, not looking for the old board, but packers, brown cabungos wearing leather jackets and dragging rolls consonants when speaking and holding black umbrellas , the same observers and equal showcases beautiful ladies walking and moving hips mortify the feelings of a man who now sees life more beautiful than ever. roridu2000@gmail.com