What Happened To Twanee Stone

XIII. On poverty (or escape)

the bus in Playa Ancha and Viña del Mar. Julia just listen to a presentation on Vallejo hairs raised him arms like a chicken. Now look at the bay with calm waves ranging and broken on the rocks. Gull flock through the air and the collective is at full speed. As in Rio, who traveled from one end to the other along the coast to ninety or a hundred km / h. But now go up and down hills, streets that rise and fall in and out of port cities. They come and walk. This city has something that fascinates him. It must be the apparent absence of poverty and tourism order and prices of their balconies and streets. If there is even Masetos with flowers on the lights and traffic lights! Is the absence of poverty. That has always fled and contrasts clearly with Valparaiso. Child C is not a god who make or carry securities auratic to what does not. There must have been poor to realize what living in these conditions, pure need, pure every day trying to get the leftover money to buy food. Yes, we must be poor to understand that there is nothing wonderful in that kind of living death and take the necessary dimension of which is to eliminate once and for all that horror movie where you are tucked unwittingly force and will millions of children who can not sleep at night because the bogeyman will scratch stomachs or sides. This is obviously something you love to have. It is the consciousness of the poor Marxist Beast, brought to an expression of desire for the life of another. Possible. It is sheer necessity, baba who falls, never sated, I would say. And may all live in this comfort. But as long as we have been poor before. Because if there is something that can never be as Viña Valparaiso is the obvious quality and people's cultural, human ties of the poor can become rich like the only thing that can access and be able to accumulate. Weak links at all, such as liquid modernity of a wealthy social sector described by some sociologists. The poor have other links, is other people, no doubt. Although it is not convenient to live in the midst of horror, amid the fear that game, because sooner or later those links become ghetto and consciousness becomes a wasteland poorer than that of life. So you have to flee, although it may seem contradictory. And here we are. In the sample photo of Valparaiso, while people are gathered in the Plaza Sotomayor because he has started another free concert. We in this labyrinth of glances, a sample of global photographers captured motion, friction and collective experiences of photography in Latin America. And best of all, it's on the walls of the subway station of the port. No stadium, no park, beach or set of pelicans Viña, despite all its beauty and comfort that can be compared with this.