On Wednesday I went to take photos in a popular parish in Caracas. There lives a friend with whom I have shared good and bad times, the past you come going to visit it, without wanting to get lost among the small alleys in the form of labyrinth of the area. I ended up walking through a part where the "superblocks" are seen and when I looked at them with attention I knew that it was one of those everyday things that go unnoticed but are beautiful.
Walking through popular sites, as they call him here, makes me feel full. These places have stories and history. I can assure you that they are a mirror of the reality that surrounds us.
¿What are these houses made of?
Every day I look at places like these, something pretty comes to my mind, something nice. These types of houses, called "ranchos" are small works of art made with sweat and blood.
