The racism in a child's perspective.
"Subjects I liked were sadness and dreams, of the famous singers concert that will happen in the city, the radio will give away some tickets, hair colour and nail polish from Spain, high-quality stuff, present from Celia, do you remember her? The fifteen-year-old who worked as a cleaner for the owner of the fabric shop.
Black, really black, poor thing! hair like this: this big, but what a pair of legs – blacks are lucky, they get beautiful legs from going up and down hills. She used to go to work wearing short shorts, those legs, a small waist that the hand could hug with no effort. It was bound to happen, lost her honour, of course. The father did not want a girl like that in his house. Totally lost, she ended up there. Some months on Street G and she got lucky, met a good old lady who takes girls to work as manicures in Europe.
She wanted to come back, she missed here, being away for six year, she wanted to teach Spanish or open a beauty salon. Maybe she would even buy that house in front of mine, empty for years, four rooms and surrounded by a piece of land, great spot for abandoning newborns, I saw it on the news! and because of that the mayors gave up on the square they promised with luxury and billboards. Not everyone accepted the liveliness of Street G, so the ‘rent’ sign became almost a tattoo."
"Subjects I liked were sadness and dreams, of the famous singers concert that will happen in the city, the radio will give away some tickets, hair colour and nail polish from Spain, high-quality stuff, present from Celia, do you remember her? The fifteen-year-old who worked as a cleaner for the owner of the fabric shop.
Black, really black, poor thing! hair like this: this big, but what a pair of legs – blacks are lucky, they get beautiful legs from going up and down hills. She used to go to work wearing short shorts, those legs, a small waist that the hand could hug with no effort. It was bound to happen, lost her honour, of course. The father did not want a girl like that in his house. Totally lost, she ended up there. Some months on Street G and she got lucky, met a good old lady who takes girls to work as manicures in Europe.
She wanted to come back, she missed here, being away for six year, she wanted to teach Spanish or open a beauty salon. Maybe she would even buy that house in front of mine, empty for years, four rooms and surrounded by a piece of land, great spot for abandoning newborns, I saw it on the news! and because of that the mayors gave up on the square they promised with luxury and billboards. Not everyone accepted the liveliness of Street G, so the ‘rent’ sign became almost a tattoo."
