I was in a space that was not only mine but of many. We were all in our minds, but together. This shared place became a sensation for me when I started feeling the sounds and the smells around me.
I heard the sound of a “maraca.” A maraca is an instrument that has small seeds inside and creates sound by shaking it with one hand.
Sitting by himself on a bench was a middle-aged man. He was the creator of this sound that intrigued me. He had a cellphone of his left hand and the maraca on the right.
I was immediately curious. I asked myself: What is this man doing? Is he practicing a song? Is he doing it to have fun and express himself? Or is it part of an illegal transaction in which he is giving signs to someone else for a barter.
I left without an answer to my questions. My curiosity remained.
