Jibber Jabber: from the other day.

The wet season in Cochabamba as come to end, about a month ago, I hear. Tonight it rained, and tonight I stayed inside. 

I bought four movies the other day, each was about 35 cents, and each was the product of a pirate, you know the ones with the a hook for a hand. The guy that sold it to me has a patch over his eye, but that might have been just an act, but I don't know. I didn't look too hard at his patch, but I swear there was a functioning eye underneath, wait the patch part was just a figment of my imagination, and maybe that dream was in Spanish. How do you know when your dreams are in Spanish? Is it when you wake up with an Aguayo as a blanket, or maybe a bottle of Campos de Solana at your side? 

The plastic sleeves the movies came in are fragile and translucent, so every dealer of the "hook for a hand" movies must sell them in the shade, or at least have a canopy to place them under. As I watch the last part of "Her" I wander if the DVDs were made in a basement or maybe the top floor of the high rise that sits next to the main avenue. Could the fabrico be right next to the factory that produces the "precious white stuff", simultaneous production, it’s beautiful if you ask the right people. Maybe the people slinging the "pretty white stuff" can't make the same dough they would by helping some summer youth, and maybe they don't have the capacity to contemplate best way to live life. I mean, I didn't find that nut until after I saw the truth. Maybe the simple cassette player showed me a little bit of the way to life, thanks Lord Finesse. 

On the soft table cloth decorated with roses sewn by old eyes and calloused fingers rests my 21st century piece of machinery that can teach you everything about this world, but maybe not the empathy or how to say hello, but at least it can play my favorite music and hold thoughts that might not be found the next day. Can computers give love, if you don't have the answer to that question please watch "Her". Do we have pachamama to thank for all of things we have, or is it just human invention? 

The past few weeks I have been living with a family that thinks past the next meal, but this only comes when the family knows the next meal is on the way. Thoughts on how we should live enter the minds of those who don't worry, or they could enter those that are hungry, but they didn't say. They only gave a genuine smile that meant the same as the philosophical conversation; it can be easy to find the smile not worth the same. 

I watched "The Book Thief" tonight; it was one of the plastic sleeve movies I bought. I really enjoyed the movie, and I found that it might be an acceptable path to approaching humanity. I say that it is approachable to most people because the "Death" character is usually accepted by everybody, no matter what faith the person carries. We all close are earthly eyes and never open them again. 

During the film I wrote down two of the quotes by Death that meant something to me, and both express problems that occur during our lives, they might not have the same impact that occurred during "The Book Thief". 

I will leave you with the two quotes that impacted me the most; the quotes Death made stuck out a little more than the quotes by the main character because they occurred at breaks in the film, in subtle moments. 

"It’s always been the same, the excitement, and the rush to war. I have met so many young men over the years who have thought they are running to the enemy. When the truth was they were running to me." "In my job, I am always finding humans at their best and their worst. I see their ugliness and their beauty, and I wander how the same thing can be both."