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Ok…Dreaming… I my friends know i love street photography and i love what a clean shot can give me. So i’m not the one with a big repertoire in long exposures. Anyway i find really interesting to play with it specially when there’s people involved. Something really amazing happens when we photograph. We actually can capture the image of a moment in time. When we  do a long exposure we capture many moments in one single shot. It’s something really amazing and intriguing. This shot i took in a New year’s eve on the dance floor. I love the mixture of bright and dark and blurry and sharp. The silhouettes pops up in a dreamy and ethereal way.

 

 

 

When i was a kid i used to spend sometime with my grandparents. My parents used to travel abroad and they would leave us with them. I loved my grandma’s food and my grandpa’s sense of humor. There are things i never forgot like the fact my grandma used to smoke her last cigarette of the night with the lights already out. I would be sleeping on a matress close to her bed and my grandpa didn’t sleep in that room at the time. He snored too much or that’s what she used to say. I remember the red glow and the sound of burning paper. In this particular weekend my parents left me and my only sister there before a trip to Europe. They told us we would have to spend the weekend with a made because grandma and grandpa were in a farm until sunday. I remember like it was yesterday that i didn’t want to sleep in the bedroom without them in the house. I was scared so i slept on the couch at the living room. I was really early in the morning when my grandfather woke me up with his usual old italian man saying: “Wake up and spit”. I’m not sure if it makes sense to any of you. I probably turned to the other side and kept sleeping. I had just enough time to see him walking away with his beret and his clothes. I woke up with the sound of someone crying: It was my mother’s sister. She came close to me and said my grandfather was not coming back. I said she was wrong because he already arrived. I told her i saw him that morning. I remember her face when she got mad at me saying that i was lying. Saying that he died that morning on the farm. I got choked and confused and really scared at that time. Today i get happy to remember that. I’m not sure if it was a dream but if that was the case it was a big coincidence. I’m telling this story which i named “Ghosts” because that’s the only event i recall where something different happened in my life. Something i could think it has to do with spirits. I was never scared of ghosts and things like that and i think this story helped me a lot. I like to believe there are other forms of continuity after death. It would be really sad to live all we live to just to fade and loose it all forever.

As i got older things from my generation already started fading in from of my eyes. Probably kids nowadays can’t imagine the idea of living in the cold war era. They don’t understand the concept of fearing World War Three or a Doom’s day. It’s interesting to see their fascination on some subjects as Hitler and World War Two. Now is very different than it was in the 70’s and 80’s. When i was a kid in the 70’s i remember being very affraid of the stories about war and people getting hurt and loosing their homes and going to concentration camps when they lost the war. Often i imagined how that would be if it happened in my city and i would dream about my mom in line to get two potatoes. At a conversation i had with a couple younger guys i realized this subject for them was fun and they think that stuff was crazy and unreal. The experiments on humans and the occultism and the technology and the twisted conspiracy theories is what interest them the most. They know everything about Mengele and Japanese “Unit 731” but they don’t care much about the shame of the Berlin wall and what really was United States versus Russia. Not even spys are interesting to them. Now they fear global warming and the end of the resources. These are the doom’s day themes of their generation.  In a way it’s good to see the ghost that haunted my generation fading away. My only concern in this matter is that the emotional distance with these subjects help people forget the lessons these important moments of pain taught us. I see new kinds of prejudice rising and xenophobia and racial issues beginning to create conflits and really dumb kids trying to revive some of the old stupidities as Nazism. I hope the ease kids deal with the old terrors don’t help them forget about it. I would hate to see these ghosts back and haunting our world once again in the near future.