all started with my brother's first trip to USA, a program for graduates who wish to travel on vacation to work and save dollars. It was the first time my brother got away for so long (4 months) and cost me much, much, never suspected that his trip would be the beginning of an indefinite off my land.
My brother back in April and spoke to us about their future plans which included returning the following summer. My pa went into a similar wave and tired of the few job opportunities for a man his age (mid-forties at the time) I find out that being Chilean living in Spain could get through an agreement between countries.
The September 09, 2005 came, and my brother, mother and I said goodbye to my dad at the airport, I felt that I was my hero, the man he had inspired me to continue as a child forever. Months later, on 27 December of that year my ma and I went back to the airport to say goodbye to my brother who will fly to USA again.
had to have seen us to understand, we both went to the house alone for the first time without the two men in our lives. Not knowing what to do or how to handle more of life. In the house were then 4 women, my ma, my grandmother, Sorayda who worked with us and slept in the house, and me.
life changed a lot, every day we entered the Internet for emails, and our days were slow and lonely. I think something changed for me at that time because they do not remember being the same, leave my career and started studying British English, because the plan was to meet with my dad once it has been established in Spain.
My dad almost died in an accident at work, and did not tell us anything. But my mom sensed it. They are the couple who still walk hand in hand, to nag, they want and conceited. They have always been my pride, and have always been my example of a couple. My pa return from Spain a March 23 two days before his silver jubilee. With my ma friends organized the whole event was done in the church of a priest uncle.
Later my parents trip to Chile, to know the land of my father. Is fascinated by the progress of the city of Santiago, was my first trip to abroad. But we decided that it was time to move out of country, Chile was amazing, but would not be so easy to start from scratch. And then this morning we plan the next 10 years together in Peru.
But one proposes, and God disposes. It is the night my brother called to tell us that he had been offered jobs in the U.S. longer and would stay and establish there, and then spoke by phone with me told me that because we would not to live in the USA.
I could only reply: "I step with my parents" and left the room.
The August 4, 2006 a taxi took us to the airport, you know it is to see the streets of your life for the last time? It's like a statement of abandonment firms, eviction, to leave.
I knew it would not be the last time, not literally, thank God that I was able to visit and on two occasions. But it would be the last time the streets were mine, that these steps are fresh, those memories are intact. Did anything ever would ever be the same.
Here began another life, and I love it. But even stranger and a thousand memories. The country is in your soul, the images in photos and memories in the heart, but that does not mean my goodbyes cycle finished, I still live in a constant "Farewell ceremony" but being in the XXI century ... who does not?
