Meanwhile in Austin
I drove downtown Saturday night. I walked down sixth street and Ropollo’s Pizza was open. I was carrying my camera and one homeless man approached me to “be interviewed.” He wanted to make sure that everyone knew about the shelter closure. I heard him and walked away, feeling sad. The scenario on Rainey Street was the same.
My Spanish friend Pilar Andujar came to Austin for a tour – she is a Flamenco dancer. I met her under a tree in a park and learned that she is stuck here. Her friend Nudia Velasquez, a graphic designer like me, was also feeling the economic impact of the reduced number of hours.
Flashback: Halloween 2012
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I understand that we express ourselves in a different way in every language we learn, to the point of becoming a new version of ourselves. The new “character” evolves from a new set of rules and values belonging to each culture.
With the pandemic, I saw myself posting on social media more in Portuguese than ever. I felt the need to express myself in my Brazilian version, either because I contacted my old friends in Brazil, or because in times of trouble, we seek our roots.
I understood that as time go by, the pandemic story evolves by the hours and that there is no way to predict when and how it is going to end. And when it ends, I hope that our societies restructure themselves in a more solidary and equal world. But that’s me.
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