Saludos estimados amigos de #topfamily
Siento enorme satisfacción al permitirme participar en este nuevo concurso: #juevestbt
Ese día, hace más de 20 an̈os, por pura casualidad, llevaba en el portafolios mi antigua, pero eficiente, cámara BENQ (14.0 MEG PIXELS). Me inspiró el espíritu hidalgo” que irradiaba mi padre al acercarse en aquel artesanal vehículo, de su propiedad.
La calidad de la instantánea quizás sea cuestionale, pero, hay imágenes que trascienden la calidad técnica y se convierten en símbolos de vida.
La foto que comparto hoy es una de ellas: mi padre, sentado en el bicitaxi que él mismo armó y atendió hasta sus últimos días. No es solo un recuerdo más estampado en cartulina, es un testimonio de lucha, ingenio y perseverancia por el amor a los suyos.
Sí, mi padre fue un luchador desde niño. A los 15 años ya trabajaba en el comercio, aprendiendo el valor del esfuerzo y la disciplina. Con el tiempo logró tener su propio comercio de ropa y calzado, un espacio que representaba su independencia y su capacidad de emprender.
Sin embargo, la vida le puso pruebas duras: aquello que logró forjar con tesón, tropiezos y desvelos fue intervenido y él, sin miramientos, tuvo que reinventarse, trasladando sus esperanzas y fuerzas al trabajo agrícola. No le quedó otro remedio. Las nuevas y rudas leyes venidas del ogro resentimiento así lo estipularon. Eran tiempos difíciles que estimularon la partida de significativos sectores de la población, al exilio.
¡Pero mi padre decidió no partir a tierras extrañas!...
Su integridad moral, su resignación y "espíritu gladiador" le permitieron desarrollar otros mecanismos de defensa para enfrentar una nueva versión de vida y adaptarse.
Sacó a la luz pública otras facetas de su ingenio, construyendo varios bicitaxis, que no solo eran medios de transporte, sino también símbolos de su versátil capacidad creatividad y resistencia.
Cuando llegó la jubilación, lejos de quedarse quieto, convirtió el techo de placa de nuestra casa en un criadero de puercos. Esa imagen de él, subiendo cada día con dedicación, es parte de la memoria que guardo con orgullo.
La foto que hoy comparto lo muestra en uno de esos bicitaxis, bajo el toldo verde, con su bastón en la mano. Para mí, no es solo una escena cotidiana: es la representación de un hombre que nunca se rindió, que supo adaptarse a cada circunstancia y que dejó huellas imborrables en quienes lo conocimos.
Este TBT es un homenaje a su vida, a su capacidad de reinventarse y a la fuerza de un espíritu que, aunque ya no está físicamente, sigue pedaleando en mi memoria.
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Throwback Thursday contest: “Versatile in the fight, eternal in memory”...
Greetings, dear friends of #topfamily
I am extremely pleased to participate in this new contest: #thursdaybt
That day, more than 20 years ago by pure chance, I had my old, but still efficient, BENQ camera (14.0 MEG PIXELS) in my briefcase. I was inspired by the "noble spirit" that my father radiated as he approached in that handcrafted vehicle, his own.
The quality of the snapshot may be questionable, but there are images that transcend technical quality and become symbols of life.
The photo I share today is one of them: my father, sitting in the pedicab he built himself and ran until his last days. It's not just another memory printed on cardboard; it's a testament to struggle, ingenuity, and perseverance for the love of his family.
Yes, my father was a fighter from childhood. By 15, he was already working in commerce, learning the value of effort and discipline. Over time, he managed to have his own clothing and shoe store, a space that represented his independence and his entrepreneurial spirit.
However, life threw him tough challenges: what he had forged with tenacity, setbacks, and sleepless nights was taken over, and he, without hesitation, had to reinvent himself, transferring his hopes and strength to agricultural work. He had no other choice. The new and harsh laws, born of ogre-like resentment, stipulated it. These were difficult times that spurred significant sectors of the population into exile.
But my father decided not to leave for foreign lands!...
His moral integrity, his resignation, and his "gladiator spirit" allowed him to develop other defense mechanisms to face a new version of life and adapt.
He brought other facets of his ingenuity to light, building several bicycle taxis, which were not only means of transportation but also symbols of his versatile creativity and resilience.
When retirement arrived, far from remaining idle, he converted the concrete roof of our house into a pigpen. That image of him, climbing it every day with dedication, is part of the memory I cherish with pride.
The photo I share today shows him in one of those bicycle taxis, under the green awning, with his cane in his hand. For me, it's not just an everyday scene: it's the representation of a man who never gave up, who He knew how to adapt to every circumstance and left an indelible mark on those of us who knew him.
This Throwback Thursday is a tribute to his life, his ability to reinvent himself, and the strength of a spirit that, although no longer physically present, continues to resonate in my memory.
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