A warm greeting to the friends of this beautiful community who like photographs... today I want you to accompany me on a vertical tour of 12 stairs, each of them with 15 steps, and during the climb to the eleventh floor I will be able to show you how tiny we can be on this immense blue planet.
From these 12-story buildings I was able to take photos, and it was a good exercise for the heart...😅
Furthermore, there are things that impress me, and one of them is man's ability to adapt to living in certain ways because his world has been designed without many temporal evolutions, just like his mind, which is capable of normalizing that everything that happens and everything he experiences will always be fine. I tell you that I almost lived my entire life inside "a box", or perhaps, something like a drawer...if you pay attention to the photos you will understand me. I grew up in a district that was designed so that the houses were arranged in a vertical position, all the homes in this place are 4 and 5-story buildings. Some are smaller, and others are larger, with an average of 30 houses for each mass of concrete and concrete that you can see...perhaps we do not count more than 130 residential buildings plus two 12-story buildings, and that could seem very tiny compared to Beijing, but quite large when we exceed the number of inhabitants of the capital city of my province... could it be true? The structures are as simple and flat as the bunkers...only they are not underground, they grow towards the sky, and I don't know if they would have the conditions to resist many telluric movements, because on several occasions the earth has trembled very gently, but the higher the height, the glass and the walls vibrate with a strange noise that smells of terror...and yes, your legs also shake inside one of these boxes if you can't go down very quickly by the only stairs that are designed inside. It is easy for outsiders to get lost among the blocks of buildings, and although the streets are well numbered, none of the bunkers have the old red and blue numbers anymore...they have been forgotten since the last paint that was given to them...also when it rains the color drags along the narrow smooth of the walls and many show off the raw cement with which they were mortared. The most beautiful thing about my neighborhood is that it is located in the southern part of the Sierras del Rosario and the Cordilleras de Guanihuanico, you can even see the mogotes of Viñales, have you heard of them? They are calcium formation from the Jurassic period, a perfect place for the maroons who fled from their masters during colonial times, because the area is full of galleries and caverns where rivers originate and flow, and the only dangerous animals are iguanas and the occasional hose chameleon that run away as soon as they see you... hahaha. But I am far from there, just about 22 kilometers away, even so, in the distance you can see the soft contour of the mountain tops, where you will only find strange paths and many families of Pinares, that is why my province is called Pinar del Río. It's also a shame, because while I go up the stairs I only have access to the northern part, luckily, from there I can see how the area is bordered by palm trees and some deciduous ones, and beyond, the sinuous view of the mountains. Although,it is strange, at higher altitudes it seems that we are without spaces between houses and buildings, piled up like a favela, although perhaps the angles did not help me but it gives the sensation that there is a lack of air inside and between each concrete block. I couldn't take photos from the south part of the twelve-story building, there are no balconies from there, and I didn't dare knock on strangers' doors to do so, because they might think I was working as an undercover FBI agent...😎 I hope you liked my photos, I tried with the cell phone to find the best zooms, but with a professional camera, they would have been spectacular views...maybe one day I will be able to do it. Thank you very much for reading me and visiting my blog...I wish you much peace and mental, spiritual and physical health.
It's not a good photo, but it was the highest one I could take.
Always very grateful for your reading.
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