MR. HAIRLOCS HOME'S NOTES, december, 25th, 1933
number 2 note.
I know, it will be little hard to be accepted to her, her...; this thing, about someone come into your country and with a strange language, strange manners, evoke your past, and, clarify your's people History to you when the inverse should be the more normal way to happen.
But I will try, if I have time enough, to make kindly, as time goes by, she understand so many "doubts" I guess she has. Because that means so much to me that made me moved to her, I mean, to here.
And I have faith that she will understand my reasons. Because she will know that today countries can't avoid to affect others with their facts. And that is not so credible now, but I guess how things will be so mixed in a hundred of years. Today, when some irresponsible people try to stop her they have cancelled her newspaper. The only contact she can do with strange and absurd people like me. And I think to myself, how the daughters of her will interact with abroad and with neighborhood in one hundred of years...
Four years ago we almost lost the world... (why did almost every beginning of century we suffer by same things?) I will be very happy if I can share this same doubt with her some day... but we know same language yet?
What if our posterity stop some minutes to think what new things are comming, what they will think as new. I pray for her posterity every night before I sleep. It is so hard draw out that peral from her shell... I don't know if will exist some person so much boring like me in few years.
I don't know how she will receive my words, and how much she is prepared to them, or if she can see some value in them. Before I left my home every morning and keep running all this I try to figure how would be her face and manners while see my words. Everything I face all these day will be received by what kind of impression in her soul, I ask to myself... I almost die, I bleed sometimes, I moved to here, for wich reason, I mean, reaction?
If I fail, my children will do the same for her ones?
I went today, by morning, put into a safe place a piece of her life, to no one destroy, but I have afraid that anyone knows about it when I die. It is so hard you want keep something in safe but don't want that it desapear forever.
So, I went to a monastery and buried there a copy of all my notes. Ten years taking notes of every step, every question, everything that could be useful someday. Then I went to cemitery and burried there a copy of all them. And, then I went to that place where they used to talk with her "alter ego" and hid copies from the documents that prove all that question about domain and plantation...
Today was a historical day..., only to myself, because the history and people have no interest neither ideas about what is happening or what means all I did today. Maybe to everyone I am only a fool trying to live miles away from my home.
Hilde Camargo - 30.03.2013
I know, it will be little hard to be accepted to her, her...; this thing, about someone come into your country and with a strange language, strange manners, evoke your past, and, clarify your's people History to you when the inverse should be the more normal way to happen.
But I will try, if I have time enough, to make kindly, as time goes by, she understand so many "doubts" I guess she has. Because that means so much to me that made me moved to her, I mean, to here.
And I have faith that she will understand my reasons. Because she will know that today countries can't avoid to affect others with their facts. And that is not so credible now, but I guess how things will be so mixed in a hundred of years. Today, when some irresponsible people try to stop her they have cancelled her newspaper. The only contact she can do with strange and absurd people like me. And I think to myself, how the daughters of her will interact with abroad and with neighborhood in one hundred of years...
Four years ago we almost lost the world... (why did almost every beginning of century we suffer by same things?) I will be very happy if I can share this same doubt with her some day... but we know same language yet?
What if our posterity stop some minutes to think what new things are comming, what they will think as new. I pray for her posterity every night before I sleep. It is so hard draw out that peral from her shell... I don't know if will exist some person so much boring like me in few years.
I don't know how she will receive my words, and how much she is prepared to them, or if she can see some value in them. Before I left my home every morning and keep running all this I try to figure how would be her face and manners while see my words. Everything I face all these day will be received by what kind of impression in her soul, I ask to myself... I almost die, I bleed sometimes, I moved to here, for wich reason, I mean, reaction?
If I fail, my children will do the same for her ones?
I went today, by morning, put into a safe place a piece of her life, to no one destroy, but I have afraid that anyone knows about it when I die. It is so hard you want keep something in safe but don't want that it desapear forever.
So, I went to a monastery and buried there a copy of all my notes. Ten years taking notes of every step, every question, everything that could be useful someday. Then I went to cemitery and burried there a copy of all them. And, then I went to that place where they used to talk with her "alter ego" and hid copies from the documents that prove all that question about domain and plantation...
Today was a historical day..., only to myself, because the history and people have no interest neither ideas about what is happening or what means all I did today. Maybe to everyone I am only a fool trying to live miles away from my home.
Hilde Camargo - 30.03.2013
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