CAMINOS ORGÁNICOS / ORGANIC PATHS

BENICARLÓ - IES Ramon Cid - IES La Salle

I arrived in Spain in March 2023 and, from that moment on, my organic path starts by getting up at 6 in the morning. Everyday when I get up I think about what I am going to do that day, taking my homework and, from time to time, I leave the house with my mother's husband; we pass by  San Bartolome Church, which always brings me back memories of my grandmother. The church is as great as my love for her. My grandmother always told me that my best friends would always be my mother and herself. I remember that moment as something very special. 

I always arrive at the high school on time and when I am entering the third floor I see the sunrise, which is something that inspires peace and tranquility in me. Today, just as I went into classroom, I remembered something that happened to me a few years ago in class of Maths ... the teacher called me to the blackboard but I was very scared; then she approached to me and told me to pretend as if "there was no one in there”. I then thought of my mother and dared to go. My mother is the most important for me, she is my Wonder woman. When I get home the first thing I do is asking about her, I love her so much.

On the way back home I pass by quiet bars and coffee shops. Today I especially noticed the smell of coffee, that scent of coffee reminds me of Colombia, where you can smell coffee everywhere. Smells and fragrances are very important to me, I think they are like time machines that take us to a past moment in our life. One day I passed by a terrace and the smell of coffee made me notice two groups of families sitting on the terrace; one group seemed somewhat humble and the other with a better social position, this group was silent and on their cell phones, while in the other they were talking as a family. This led me to think that sometimes people who have everything, at the same time thay have nothing.

Now that I think deeply about it, I left a lot of things behind. Small things that are very big at the same time, like the place where I lived for so many years, or the memory of my grandmother and my great-grandmother, who are no longer in this world. When I walk down the street I think about what I am going to do with my life and I think a lot about being a psychologist, since the few times I have gone to a psychologist this helped me with my problems. 

Sometimes, when I walk down the streets of Benicarlo and see the houses and everything else, I think that though I want to see this place as my home, it's not. I lived in Palmira, a quiet but sometimes unsafe city; However, it was my home, where I felt good and at ease. At Christmas, walking through the streets of Benicarló I noticed that almost no music is heard (except if there is a party). In Palmira, wherever you go there is very loud Christmas carols!. And these are the things I think about as I make my way.

My organic path ends up (not always, though) taking my brother to the park which is in front of the high school. Every time I see him I keep thinking that he is my weakest point, I love him very much. I feel that he has a better childhood than I had and I want him to feel a lot of love, because that was very important to me. I want my brother to have what I didn't have, that's why I call his attention when he does something wrong, even if it's something as simple as throwing a piece of paper on the ground, in the street. I always watch him play like the energetic, happy and kind person he is and ...that's how my organic path comes to an end.