Hello, hello, happy Friday everyone! Friday also of memories, it's been almost a month since I wrote here, I wasn't dead, and I wasn't partying either, to be honest, they have been somewhat stressful weeks due to electrical failures and some health complications on this side, however I must note that a couple of weeks ago I had a publication almost ready to share with you on a #TBT Thursday, and due to electrical failures I lost all my writing, but the photographs remain, at that time I was a bit sensitive, but now I'm not here so I can write without crying hahaha. When I was 5 years old, my parents bought a small farm 18 km from our house, with quite precarious access roads, but which we traveled every Sunday with so much enthusiasm, to reach that little piece of land where they left so many salaries to build. a refuge for them and for their children and grandchildren.
That little piece of land of 47 hectares, where I ate the most delicious mangoes I have ever tasted, where my beloved grandmother Pancha made me the most delicious cachapas that can exist, and where together with my brother and my parents we lived so many beautiful moments , it was a piece of heaven on earth, it was a small hideaway from the hustle and bustle of the city, the perfect escape for when I didn't want to know anything about anyone, that little piece of land where I wanted my Mathias to also spend his childhood years and enjoy of the crystal clear water that runs downstream through the patio of the little house that my parents built with so much effort. By the time Mathias was born, the economic conditions at home were not the best, so my father was not able to go constantly as we used to do in previous years, plus the area was beginning to be taken over by criminal groups, so, the best It was to stay somewhat distant, although it was not the best, it was the safest for us.
Shortly after Mathias turned two years old, we were left without a truck so we could all travel together to the farm, however, my father continued riding his motorcycle, until one day some police officers wanted to treat him like a criminal and from there The time without going to the farm house became longer. Last year we went to look for a friend of my father's who was quite ill and by that time we had already gone two years without visiting that house that gave us so many beautiful memories. , after his friend recovered and we were going to take him home again, last June, we did not go again, because by that date the area was completely covered by criminal gangs, and the truth is that going there represented a risk for us.
At the beginning of the year, we received the news that one of the many criminals who invaded the area had taken over the house that our parents had worked so hard to build, and obviously we tried to contain all the things that were in it. the anger that this caused us, because the truth is that there was not much we could do to recover it, because it is already something that they have been doing with the houses that are unoccupied, we have tried not to even touch the subject so as not to wake up the sensitivities that we know are on the surface, because it has affected us all a lot, even Mathias constantly asks when we are going to go for a good swim in the river, which, although it was much smaller the last time we went, he remembers that a lot. place.
A couple of weeks ago, when I wanted to make the publication that I mentioned at the beginning, we found out that that beautiful house with brown tiles, on the banks of the river, was burned by government officials, who in search of "catch" the criminals who are in the area, attacked the houses they live in, completely losing our hopes of one day recovering that beautiful house that gave us so many beautiful moments, which is why today I share with you some photographs that I found on my networks, Well, I didn't want to open the old photo albums, because there the crying would be unbearable. Everyone have a happy Friday and an excellent weekend. Images of my property, taken from my albums.
Thank you for taking the time to read this post, if you have any questions, criticisms, or suggestions, please leave them in the comment box, and remember, you too can make magic in the kitchen and wherever you go!
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That little piece of land of 47 hectares, where I ate the most delicious mangoes I have ever tasted, where my beloved grandmother Pancha made me the most delicious cachapas that can exist, and where together with my brother and my parents we lived so many beautiful moments , it was a piece of heaven on earth, it was a small hideaway from the hustle and bustle of the city, the perfect escape for when I didn't want to know anything about anyone, that little piece of land where I wanted my Mathias to also spend his childhood years and enjoy of the crystal clear water that runs downstream through the patio of the little house that my parents built with so much effort. By the time Mathias was born, the economic conditions at home were not the best, so my father was not able to go constantly as we used to do in previous years, plus the area was beginning to be taken over by criminal groups, so, the best It was to stay somewhat distant, although it was not the best, it was the safest for us.
Shortly after Mathias turned two years old, we were left without a truck so we could all travel together to the farm, however, my father continued riding his motorcycle, until one day some police officers wanted to treat him like a criminal and from there The time without going to the farm house became longer. Last year we went to look for a friend of my father's who was quite ill and by that time we had already gone two years without visiting that house that gave us so many beautiful memories. , after his friend recovered and we were going to take him home again, last June, we did not go again, because by that date the area was completely covered by criminal gangs, and the truth is that going there represented a risk for us.
At the beginning of the year, we received the news that one of the many criminals who invaded the area had taken over the house that our parents had worked so hard to build, and obviously we tried to contain all the things that were in it. the anger that this caused us, because the truth is that there was not much we could do to recover it, because it is already something that they have been doing with the houses that are unoccupied, we have tried not to even touch the subject so as not to wake up the sensitivities that we know are on the surface, because it has affected us all a lot, even Mathias constantly asks when we are going to go for a good swim in the river, which, although it was much smaller the last time we went, he remembers that a lot. place.
A couple of weeks ago, when I wanted to make the publication that I mentioned at the beginning, we found out that that beautiful house with brown tiles, on the banks of the river, was burned by government officials, who in search of "catch" the criminals who are in the area, attacked the houses they live in, completely losing our hopes of one day recovering that beautiful house that gave us so many beautiful moments, which is why today I share with you some photographs that I found on my networks, Well, I didn't want to open the old photo albums, because there the crying would be unbearable. Everyone have a happy Friday and an excellent weekend.
Thank you for taking the time to read this post, if you have any questions, criticisms, or suggestions, please leave them in the comment box, and remember, you too can make magic in the kitchen and wherever you go!
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¡Hola, hola, feliz viernes para todos! Viernes también de recuerdos, ya hace casi un mes que no escribo por aquí, no estaba muerta, y tampoco de parranda, para ser sinceros, han sido semanas un tanto estresantes por las fallas eléctricas y algunas complicaciones de salud por este lado, sin embargo, debo acotar, que hace un par de semanas tenía una publicación casi lista para compartir con ustedes en un jueves de #TBT, y por fallas eléctricas perdí todo mi escrito, pero las fotografías quedan, en aquel momento estaba un tanto sensible, pero ya no estoy, así que puedo escribir sin llorar jajaja. Cuando tenía 5 años, mis padres compraron una pequeña finca a 18 km de nuestra casa, con unas vías de acceso bastante precarias, pero que recorríamos cada domingo con tanta ilusión, para llegar a ese pedacito de tierra en el que dejaron tantos salarios para construir un refugio para ellos y para sus hijos y nietos.
Aquel pedacito de tierra de 47 hectáreas, donde comí los mangos más deliciosos que he llegado a probar, donde mi amada abuela Pancha, me hizo las cachapas más ricas que pueden existir, y en donde junto a mi hermano y mis padres vivimos tantos momentos hermosos, era un pedazo de cielo en la tierra, era un pequeño escondite del ajetreo de la ciudad, el escape perfecto para cuando no quería saber nada de nadie, ese pedacito de tierra en donde quería que mi Mathias pasara también sus años de infancia y disfrutara del agua cristalina que corre río abajo por el patio de la casita que con tanto esfuerzo construyeron mis viejos. Para cuando nació Mathias, las condiciones económicas en casa no eran las mejores, por lo que mi padre no nos era posible ir constantemente como solíamos hacerlo en años anteriores, además la zona estaba comenzando a ser tomada por grupos delictivos, así que, lo mejor era mantenerse un tanto distantes, aunque no era lo mejor, era lo más seguro para nosotros.
Poco después de Mathias, cumplir sus dos años, nos quedamos sin camioneta para poder viajar todos juntos a la finca, sin embargo, mi padre continuaba yendo en su motocicleta, hasta que un día unos funcionarios policiales lo quisieron tratar como un delincuente y desde allí se fueron haciendo más largos los tiempos sin ir a la casa de la finca, al año pasado fuimos a buscar a un amigo de mi padre que estaba bastante enfermo y para ese tiempo teníamos ya dos años sin visitar aquella casa que tantos recuerdos hermosos nos regaló, luego de que su amigo se recuperara y lo fuéramos a llevar a su casa nuevamente, en junio pasado, no volvimos a ir, pues para esa fecha la zona estaba totalmente cubierta por las bandas delictivas, y la verdad es que ir para allá representaba un riesgo para nosotros.
A principios de año, recibimos la noticia de que uno de los tantos delincuentes que invadieron la zona, se había hecho de la casa que tanto trabajo les costó construir a nuestros padres, y obviamente de todas las cosas que en ella había, tratamos de contener la ira que eso nos causó, pues la verdad es que no era mucho lo que podíamos hacer para recuperarla, pues ya es algo que han venido haciendo con las casas que están desocupadas, hemos tratado de, ni tan siquiera tocar el tema para no despertar las susceptibilidades que sabemos están a flor de piel, pues a todos nos ha afectado mucho, incluso Mathias pregunta constantemente cuando iremos a darnos un buen baño en el río, que, aunque estaba mucho más pequeño la última vez que fuimos, él recuerda mucho ese lugar.
Hace un par de semanas, cuando quería hacer la publicación que les comente al principio, nos enteramos de que aquella hermosa casa de tejas marrón, a las orillas del río fue quemada por los funcionarios del gobierno, quienes en busca de “atrapar” a los delincuentes que están en la zona, arremetieron contra las casas que estos habitan, perdiendo nosotros completamente, las esperanzas de algún día recuperar aquella casita hermosa que tantos momentos lindos nos regaló, es por esto que hoy les comparto algunas fotografías que encontré en mis redes, pues no quise abrir los álbumes de fotografías viejos, pues allí el llanto sería inaguantable, tengan todos un feliz viernes y un excelente fin de semana. Imágenes de mi propiedad, tomadas de mis álbumes personales
Gracias por tomarse el tiempo de leer esta publicación, si tiene alguna pregunta, crítica o sugerencia, le agradecería dejármela en la caja de comentarios, y recuerda, ¡Tú también puedes hacer magia en la cocina y a dondequiera que vayas!
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Aquel pedacito de tierra de 47 hectáreas, donde comí los mangos más deliciosos que he llegado a probar, donde mi amada abuela Pancha, me hizo las cachapas más ricas que pueden existir, y en donde junto a mi hermano y mis padres vivimos tantos momentos hermosos, era un pedazo de cielo en la tierra, era un pequeño escondite del ajetreo de la ciudad, el escape perfecto para cuando no quería saber nada de nadie, ese pedacito de tierra en donde quería que mi Mathias pasara también sus años de infancia y disfrutara del agua cristalina que corre río abajo por el patio de la casita que con tanto esfuerzo construyeron mis viejos. Para cuando nació Mathias, las condiciones económicas en casa no eran las mejores, por lo que mi padre no nos era posible ir constantemente como solíamos hacerlo en años anteriores, además la zona estaba comenzando a ser tomada por grupos delictivos, así que, lo mejor era mantenerse un tanto distantes, aunque no era lo mejor, era lo más seguro para nosotros.
Poco después de Mathias, cumplir sus dos años, nos quedamos sin camioneta para poder viajar todos juntos a la finca, sin embargo, mi padre continuaba yendo en su motocicleta, hasta que un día unos funcionarios policiales lo quisieron tratar como un delincuente y desde allí se fueron haciendo más largos los tiempos sin ir a la casa de la finca, al año pasado fuimos a buscar a un amigo de mi padre que estaba bastante enfermo y para ese tiempo teníamos ya dos años sin visitar aquella casa que tantos recuerdos hermosos nos regaló, luego de que su amigo se recuperara y lo fuéramos a llevar a su casa nuevamente, en junio pasado, no volvimos a ir, pues para esa fecha la zona estaba totalmente cubierta por las bandas delictivas, y la verdad es que ir para allá representaba un riesgo para nosotros.
A principios de año, recibimos la noticia de que uno de los tantos delincuentes que invadieron la zona, se había hecho de la casa que tanto trabajo les costó construir a nuestros padres, y obviamente de todas las cosas que en ella había, tratamos de contener la ira que eso nos causó, pues la verdad es que no era mucho lo que podíamos hacer para recuperarla, pues ya es algo que han venido haciendo con las casas que están desocupadas, hemos tratado de, ni tan siquiera tocar el tema para no despertar las susceptibilidades que sabemos están a flor de piel, pues a todos nos ha afectado mucho, incluso Mathias pregunta constantemente cuando iremos a darnos un buen baño en el río, que, aunque estaba mucho más pequeño la última vez que fuimos, él recuerda mucho ese lugar.
Hace un par de semanas, cuando quería hacer la publicación que les comente al principio, nos enteramos de que aquella hermosa casa de tejas marrón, a las orillas del río fue quemada por los funcionarios del gobierno, quienes en busca de “atrapar” a los delincuentes que están en la zona, arremetieron contra las casas que estos habitan, perdiendo nosotros completamente, las esperanzas de algún día recuperar aquella casita hermosa que tantos momentos lindos nos regaló, es por esto que hoy les comparto algunas fotografías que encontré en mis redes, pues no quise abrir los álbumes de fotografías viejos, pues allí el llanto sería inaguantable, tengan todos un feliz viernes y un excelente fin de semana.
Gracias por tomarse el tiempo de leer esta publicación, si tiene alguna pregunta, crítica o sugerencia, le agradecería dejármela en la caja de comentarios, y recuerda, ¡Tú también puedes hacer magia en la cocina y a dondequiera que vayas!
Oh I'm so sorry, that's awful to lose it like that. :( Is there any kind of way the government would pay restitution so you can rebuild?
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It is something really terrible for us, unfortunately we live in a country whose government does and undoes whatever it wants, as long as these criminals are living there, it is not possible to do anything, and we have heard of other houses that have burned and no one is responsible for them. it. At least as long as this dictatorial government continues, I don't think we can do anything.
Boo. :( So sorry.
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It can be really sad losing all those memories. I hear that whenever the government burn down peoples houses, they usually pay some form of token to help the initial house owners get back on their feet.
#dreemport.
The land is always so beautiful. It is truly people who mess it all up. I appreciate the concerns your family must have, and sympathize with your losses. This is one reason I am so uncomfortable buying any land away from the city (and land in city is too expensive) as the same things can happen here with landgrabbing very easy for when you are not resident. I hope in the long run the authorities get control on the criminal element and your family can enjoy your land again. It looks such a beautiful piece of Eden.
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The pain of it all is in the hopelessness that there's nothing you could do to get your house back. I really do hope you guys will find away.
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