I grew up on this corner. I lived here for twenty years. I played so much on this street with my brothers and the neighbourhood kids. It is hard to imagine that one day it was just dirt, with no kerb, and cars rarely passing by.
I arrived with the concrete, with the asphalt, with the city.
I planted the enormous silk floss tree on the boulevard with my mother, from a seed I took from the cotton. I cannot believe how tall, large and strong it has grown.
And the concrete grew too, rising even higher than the eucalyptus trees that had always stood across the street.
This is my trace: the arrival of the concrete, and of a nature that holds everything together. It rises with the memory of all the playing and laughter that have filled this corner for the past forty years.
We are nature.
The pavement of Juan Díaz de Solís will keep beating with new footsteps, games and dreams, beneath the gaze of the eucalyptus trees that watched us grow and will continue to watch over many more children of this beautiful neighbourhood of Olivos in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
