Existen lugares que no se miden por su tamaño, sino por la cantidad de recuerdos que logran albergar entre sus paredes de madera y piedra. Para cualquier caraqueño amante del buen rock, ese lugar tiene un nombre: Greenwich Pub. Pero para nosotros, los que hacíamos vida allí casi religiosamente, era simplemente "el hueco". Un espacio mágico en Altamira donde el tiempo parecía detenerse entre acordes de rock alternativo, tequila y cervezas.
Seguramente te preguntarás por qué tengo esa expresión. La verdad es que captura mi absoluta negación a ser retratada esa noche; no me sentía para nada arreglada y estaba en modo "relajo total", pero mi acompañante no aceptó un "no" por respuesta. Ella es una de mis mejores amigas, quien, como tantos otros afectos, tuvo que irse del país buscando ese futuro que aquí le fue negado. Ver este abrazo hoy me produce una mezcla de nostalgia y alegría; aunque ella esté lejos, ese momento de risas y espontaneidad quedó congelado en el tiempo.
Hoy, a casi 18 años de ese momento, miro la foto y entiendo que lo de menos era si estaba peinada o si la cara era la más estética para un álbum. Lo que realmente importa es que estaba viviendo la libertad de mi ciudad, disfrutando del mejor rock y rodeada de la gente que me quería tal cual era. Greenwich nos enseñó que los mejores refugios son aquellos donde puedes ser tú mismo. ¡Qué falta nos hacen esos jueves donde todos sabían tu nombre!
Yo tengo ya más de ocho años sin ir, pero los sigo por las RRSS, hablo con algunos y no tienes idea de la oleada de nostalgia que me invade ante tan hermosos y divertidos recuerdos.
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TBT to “El Hueco”: Rock Thursdays and Good Friends
There are places that are not measured by their size, but by the amount of memories they manage to shelter within their wood and stone walls. For any Caracas local who loves good rock, that place has a name: Greenwich Pub. But for those of us who spent our lives there almost religiously, it was simply "el hueco" (the hole). A magical spot in Altamira where time seemed to stand still between chords of alternative rock, tequila, and beers.
This photograph transports me exactly to Thursday, July 10, 2008. Going to Greenwich on Thursdays was a sacred ritual. You knew that upon arriving, everyone from the doorman to the owners would greet you by name. Greenwich has that special way of making you feel special. I can still remember the mystique of the place when Eduardo, the lifelong bartender, would reach out to swing the hanging lamps from the ceiling; a gesture I don't know why fascinated us so much, but it set the rhythm of the night while the live music roared, drowning out any other ambient sound.
You’re probably wondering why I have that expression. The truth is, it captures my absolute refusal to be photographed that night; I didn't feel "dressed up" at all and was in total "relaxation mode," but my companion wouldn't take "no" for an answer. She is one of my best friends, who, like so many other loved ones, had to leave the country in search of the future that was denied to her here. Looking at this hug today brings a mix of nostalgia and joy; even though she is far away, that moment of laughter and spontaneity remained frozen in time.
Today, almost 18 years after that moment, I look at the photo and realize that the least important thing was whether my hair was done or if my face was the most aesthetic for an album. What really matters is that I was experiencing the freedom of my city, enjoying the best rock, and surrounded by people who loved me just as I was. Greenwich taught us that the best refuges are those where you can truly be yourself. How I miss those Thursdays where everybody knew your name!
I haven't been back in over eight years, but I follow them on social media and talk to some of the old crowd. You have no idea the wave of nostalgia that washes over me with such beautiful and funny memories.
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De mi corazón al tuyo,
Gracias por acompañarme hasta aquí 💜
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Thank you for accompanying me this far 💜
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