Vivencias a través de una fotografía / Experiences through a photograph

_{Esta también pertenece a los años 60, pero viviendo en el Bloque 5 de El Silencio. Yo amaba ese apartamento, ahí jugabamos mucho en el parque interno y con los vecinos de nuestra letra armábamos conjuntos de aguinaldos y bailábamos. Mis papás hicieron grandes fiestas con mucha gente de teartro, actores, directores, escenógrafos, pintores amigos.
Recuerdo la época de la lucha armada y cómo se escuchaban los disparos que se producían desde El Calvario hacia la esquina de Angelitos, y a mi hermano y a mi nos metían debajo de las camas para protegernos. También allí recibimos la sacudida del terremoto de Caracas del año 1967, corrimos descalzos escaleras abajo y recuerdo cómo hervía el piso, nos subían encima de los autos para que no nos quemáramos los pies.}

_{This one also belongs to the 60's, but living in Block 5 of El Silencio. I loved that apartment, there we played a lot in the internal park and with the neighbors of our handwriting we made sets of aguinaldos and danced. My parents had big parties with many people from teartro, actors, directors, scenographers, painters and friends.
I remember the time of the armed struggle and how you could hear the gunshots from El Calvario towards the corner of Angelitos, and my brother and I were put under the beds to protect us, and we were also shaken by the earthquake in Caracas in 1967, we ran downstairs barefoot and I remember how the floor boiled, they put us on top of the cars so we wouldn't burn our feet, and we had to climb on top of the cars so we wouldn't burn our feet.}

_{This one brings back very fond memories! It was in 1968, my brother, my cousin Elito and I were waiting in line at the cable car in Caracas to go up with my mom and dad to the Avila, but the incredible thing about that ride is that for the first and only time we went up to the Avila and went down in the same cable car directly to Macuto, when that ride was still being made. We arrived near the Plaza de las Palomas, walked around, sat down to eat an ice cream and returned to Caracas by the same cable car. It was a great ride!
(I know I have a picture in Macuto, but I couldn't get it).}