High Heel Race. Yesterday was my first night as a resident of the United States. As soon as I got to the city where I will live, I unpacked my bags and grabbed my camera. I started my first day as a resident taking pictures in one of the most picturesque activities in this city: The High Heel Race. Yesterday I met good people and they opened the doors to me as if I were an old acquaintance. I hope this is a good sign for my future here. Thank you DC people, thank you @warfare01 for the hand you gave me. Now I'm starting a new race.
Day of the Dead. Full of color, joy and many people was the celebration of this Mexican tradition. Yes, from Mexico nice and dear. Walls and borders are not barriers for spirits, especially the good ones.
A new country. Today is a special day in the United States, today part of your future is going to be decided at the polls. For months, a very close electoral battle has been waged and divided the country. Both sides claim to want to build a new country. Fear and hatred are used to achieve objectives that will affect a large part of the country. Again I am a history witness. As an immigrant I am concerned about others who, like me, were not born here but we will also contribute to build this nation. We just have to wait. Make America vote again.
The dancer. In Chinatown, DC, a little one gave the best of himself dancing on the sidewalk. A bucket was used to collect the bills or coins that passersby-spectators left at their discretion. The boy did not seem to mind the tips, a dream shone in his face. Bravo for this little one!
Like a small city. I have had the pleasure of meeting and hanging out with David Luria, a photographer who created washingtonphotosafari.com 20 years ago. He is a nice and intelligent man who, when instructs his clients, seems like a father who talks to his children. "In 20 years I've had about 36,000 clients and that's like a small city. Do not you think?" He told me with a triumphant smile.
Hermits. It has been common for me in recent times to find this same expressions over and over: "I prefer not to know", "I decided not to see more news", "I am taking care of my own business". However, you do need to know, you do need to share. We are social beings. The world depends on us. Or I'm a weirdo?
To look behind. It is very common to hear the phrase "Do not look back, concentrate on the future". Wrong. I have always told my son that it is impossible to know where he is going without having an idea of where he is coming from. I think the new generations that are induced by their families to forget who they are for the sake of creating a new life, to escape from the past. Big mistake. It does not run away from what we are. It is assumed, it is improved.
Time capsule. Sitting on the steps of Lincoln's Memorial I see a group of Amish religious arrive. The visitors, dressed in the style of past centuries, reminded me of the image of Lincoln himself, who despite being born in a Baptist home, never joined any Church. Discreetly I slip through the crowd and took a seat in front of them. They seem interested in the ex-president's words placed on the walls. It is when I raise my camera and leave them trapped in what is intended to be a space-time joke.
I'm here. Mom, I'm here! -But it's as if you were not. Can we chat or talk?
Coincidences? "America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves."
Much, much later, Fidel Castro commented on something similar referring to the future of the socialist Cuba. In the Lincoln Memorial's walls, the words of Lincoln and these of Fidel in 1961, are also similar. "... this is the socialist and democratic Revolution of the humble, with the humble and for the humble, and for this Revolution of the humble, by the humble and for the humble, we are ready to give our lives."
Coincidence or admiration? There are many things that unite our two nations despite the many other differences.
"Honey, honey, do you want to take me a picture ?" Erika was visibly happy. Maybe that was her first coffee of the day, but I'm sure her day started with more than coffee. I was captivated by her smile and her delivery. I took the photo I brought Erika and her happy moment to home with me.
Grady was lighting a cigar at the alley entrance on U Street. He had style although he did not wear elegant. I dared to challenge him: That is not a Cuban cigar, you need a Cuban one! He thought it was nice and we started a conversation. He told me that Cuba was the third of the three countries he would like to visit in the future. He told me then to take some pictures of him. He posed as if he were a king. "Do not forget to tag me in your post," he told me.
Patriotic days. I am witnessing interesting times in the United States. Still coming from where I come from and having grown up in a totally antagonistic society , I am not surprised to feel affiliation with the patriotic feelings of the Americans. At the end we are earthlings, we have similar passions, although sometimes goals do not justify the means. "On both sides. On both sides!"
The last train. "Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live". Norman Cousins
And the astronaut exclaimed: "Damn, is burning down here!"
He asked for a bottle of water and drunk hurriedly and continued:
"I'm going back!"
And the people, sweaty, saw him go back to the space.
The Brothers. When I want to teleport to Cuba from Washington DC, the place for the magical trip is the Dominican restaurant Los Hermanos at 1426-8 Park Rd NW. A simple and humble place where people are friendly, like in my land, and where the food is like made at home, with the special flavor of the family. The twins Reimor and Aris inherited their parents' business and it is still common to find, in the restaurant, homemade sweets made by their mom at home. When I want to travel to my land without leaving the city I go to that house, not a restaurant.
Tushar Punn has been the owner of a food truck for 3 years. "It's a good job," he tells me. He came 5 years ago from India. "At the beginning worked about 18 hours a day for someone else, now I'm more relaxed." Tushar seems happy. Food trucks are a quick and economical alternative for those who work in offices and have little free time. In DC, according to data from 2017, there are around 150 food trucks registered. I can imagine Havana with them ...
That woman who is one and is many. That woman, who lets the light pass through and grows.
Muay Thai. Yesterday the rain spoiled my desire for more photos and to enjoy a good sporting show. However, the beginning of the exhibition was fruitful as well. I really enjoy knowing other cultures, hopefully destiny and life will allow me to explore the world and have my camera to share it with others.
In such convulsive times it is always pleasant to find tender images.