The Arrecife Market on Calle Real closed. And with it comes the end of 90% of the traditional businesses on the main street.
I was walking and stopped after seeing the death of most of my street, the one I've known all my life, the one I kept alive in my mind... my childhood.
I had left my hourglass on the beach and lost track of time.
It was one of those emotions that cannot be managed.
I thought about how terrible it is to normalize the "for rent", "for sale" or "closing sale".
The dreams of the Canarian women of a lifetime who started their illusions, the terrible outcome of throwing in the towel and not on the beach
Globalization that has sneezed without any security measures to the small one who knew he had low defenses
The lack of sensitivity of those who do not even question the disease. Which is the cultural loss of the territory in the name of market trends.
A dead Calle Real that becomes a neighborhood of any other place. Without identity.
That the tone of the local is no longer familiar, but the voices of others from there
Everyone deserves to rebuild their lives in other places, as I always say, fleeing from hell is logical and natural.
But normalizing the cultural death and DNA of a place is the greatest of tragedies.
That in my Calle Real you no longer hear a child and you hear more a "partner" than a "chacho mi niño" is sad.
No offense to anyone because it's not about that, but I also ask for respect because it hurts me to lose the identity of my place.
I ask that whoever reads me and has in their head the place where they were born, imagine it full of different conversations and colloquiums, and try to find theirs and not find it.
It is a tragedy. Losing the identities of places, with their people and their customs.
It hurts me not to hear "mi niño" in my street
It hurts me not to see children, nor mothers who perpetuate the cry.
Letting the customs, the culture, the life of an area die, IS LETTING HISTORY DIE.
Hopefully in the name of Airbnb we will not lose the Canary Islands.
Hopefully I can get up again in Arrecife when it sounded like Lanzarote.