A Metal Croos
at The Top of a Hill
Above a Mining Town
By
Emilio Marin
at The Top of a Hill
Above a Mining Town
By
Emilio Marin
Between one house and another there was a 50 meters distance, and there was only desert. Behind them was an alley, about fifty meters wide that ran throughout the camp, it was there where the garbage truck went, every time it appeared, my dog followed the truck around camp all day. The entire camp knew the name of my dog, " Max" . In the house right in front of mine, two sisters lived there for some time, and they probably were around my age. They said they were in love with me (or so I remember ). I must have been 11 years or less, they insistently wanted to kiss me, I remember we were in the alley behind my house and I told them I would agree only if they first undressed and went running naked through the houses across the alley, they agreed to this demand, took off their clothes and underwear, and I saw them running hurriedly over the dusty sand pavement, back and forth.
Was this a titillating hint of the secret of feeling in power?.
There, in the village, one could find everything, but only one thing of every kind; they had a cinema, a "grocery store", a pharmacy, a bank, a library, a plaza, a soccer field, a Catholic church, an evangelical church, a police station, a swimming pool, a golf course, a tennis club, a hairdresser, but also, two public schools that either way were numbered, one was for the children of professionals with leading positions within the company and the other was for the rest of the laborers. I remember how my mom used to take us walking to " the hill of the cross ", a hill about 200 meters higher up than the camp. The pathway to climb was only rocks, dust and more rocks. While up on the top, there was nothing more than an aluminum cross about 7 meters high. Facing south you could see the camp in the middle of the desert with the big mine hill in the background, and looking north one could see into infinity, a landscape without end, without limits nor borders, a delightful sight of giant hills of different colors. It was freedom and solitude at the same time, it was the wind sounding after getting between the metal sections of the structure of the cross. The distances to all the different places was possible to make by walking, even very late at night. I never had hours to follow, I was never afraid, and never did anyone lay on me any limits. The only green area in the camp was what they called " The Forest ", it was about 1,500 meters to get there from the nearest house facing west, the water used to irrigate it came from something called “the poop plant", " The Forest " was thus watered with sewage and you had to endure the smell in order to get there. At night the stars were so bright, that it shone up to day, one could see the satellites passing by all the time.
