CAMINOS ORGÁNICOS / ORGANIC PATHS

BENICARLÓ - IES Ramon Cid - IES La Salle 

Every morning I have to face my image, it is not something that affects me negatively, but I feel that it is an important part of myself. I think that the prettier I am, the better the day will be, since at least I will be able to get something positive out of it. I usually focus more than anything on hair, clothes and perfume, the fact of having all this correct gives me confidence to start my day.

I go out onto the street and pass an abandoned parking lot. As I walk around it, I notice a strange sensation on my skin. This is because at night you often hear seemingly strange noises. Later I find “the house of terror”, I call it that because it literally looks like something out of a Sinister movie.

I pass a building which I have seen growing over the years, the squatters' house, the Mercadona and then the alley. The truth is that I don't find it pleasant to walk through there, since it is always full of men who stare at me and this makes me quite uncomfortable, so I try to speed up my pace.

I usually do the walk alone and very, very quickly, since most of the time I tend to arrive late. I continue my journey and I find Paula's house, the place where there India, Paula and I met to go together. I wish I could go back to those moments, but now they are in other schools. I talk to India almost every day and although we have only known each other for two years, I've realized that it is not a question of time, but of connection. We have many things in common, one of them is books. I love reading, I feel like I disconnect when I read and all my problems disappear. Reading has helped me grow both psychologically and personally, it is not just a hobby for me, it is part of my life.

I pass by the San Bartolomé church, where I try not to look up, since I have a strange vertigo for as long as I can remember. I think they call it inverted vertigo, although I don't know anyone who has something similar. Then I arrive to the City Hall. Memories run through my mind, from the "chupinazo" at the beginning of the August festivities, to the “cridà” of the Fallas. I love the holidays, they feel very familiar. The brass bands singing with your friends, the people, the joy, the music... it's all so beautiful and exciting at the same time. Then there is the street that has been under construction for so long. In addition to the fact that it has been quite uncomfortable to have to walk through it, I feel that it has been a useless expense, since there are more priority and requested objectives than cutting one of the most significant entrances to Benicarló. Well, but that's my opinion.

Before arriving at the high school I find the Constitution Park, in that park only happy memories of my childhood come to me. I couldn't say anything bad about it even if I wanted to, but I wish we all valued time more. And I'm already there, at the high school, about to enter. I know that many students feel rejection towards it, because sitting all day and with so many rules becomes quite tiresome. But I know each of us will miss going there every day. See our friends, laugh, talk, feel at ease. Now we don't value it because we are here, but when each one of us has to take a different path and the hello turns into a goodbye or a "see you soon", I know it will hurt us and we will wish to be able to come back and take advantage of that a little more time. Now we think it as a distant event, but sooner or later it will come, although most of us are not aware of it.

Camila Arias