Pens with and without history. 🖍🖋

A pen reminds me of handwriting and that takes me to other times in my life, it takes me so far back in my memories that it seems like another life.

Nowadays I rarely use pens, although I do make a few notes from time to time, but it's not the norm at this point in my life. My usual day is the computer and notepads. So when I heard about the initiative I asked myself: Do I have enough pens to make a collection? I wasn't really sure.

But while you see some pictures of the ones you can find by searching a lot, I tell you that in other times I wrote a lot, but a lot, because when I went to university I spent hours writing, I took notes all the time in class, many people even told me that I wrote down even the professor's sighs and silences. I wrote down absolutely everything, because I write very fast. As you can imagine, my handwriting is often unreadable and at university I used a lot of abbreviations to write everything down, including many of my own inventions.

But apart from that, I liked to write stories in a notebook or notebook, I always liked to write and at that time I didn't have a computer, I was about 19 years old. I wrote poems, thoughts, phrases and I even started to write a book of love and suspense. What a beautiful time that was.

Today I don't write as much and my handwriting and speed is not the same, I think I'm rusty, although I write all day on the computer. It also reminded me of the graphology course I did, learning the meaning and understanding the letters and thus knowing a lot about myself and people.

Back to the subject at hand, I searched everywhere in my house, because I remembered that some time ago I cleaned out my pens, but I wanted to believe that I hadn't thrown them all away.

Some of the ones I have that are still usable are ordinary pens, the kind I buy in a Chinese shop to write a few notes, but no more than that. They are useful pens and that's all they are. In that case I found them easily because they are in plain sight in my house.

But I remembered my job as a salesman, which consisted of going from business to business in one sector of the city, whichever one the manager assigned me that day, and trying to sell telephone plans. In that job I often got free pens. It could be a simple, small business, but also hotels, insurance companies and even shopping centres. I also found a driving school. I would go into all these shops and more and sometimes they would give me a pen, a gift from the company. Some of them were nice and although they no longer have ink I kept them. Souvenirs.

There's one that I wanted to put here, although it's not strictly a pen, it's like a fibre with a very small tip, but I use it for the same purpose.

Then I have two others that I love, because of the design, the shape, the colour. The blue one I don't remember where I got it, but I think I also got it as a gift. The red one is the same, but it belongs to the Corte Inglés shopping centre and they had given it to me in that job I mentioned.

I left a special pen for the end. It was given to me by a student who worked there. This was when I was still living in Argentina. The place is called Granja San Miguel and it is dedicated to raising chickens and selling them and the eggs they produce. My student is a veterinarian and she was in charge of quality control there. I always remember her, she was the one who told me that my country was where my heart was.