Introducing Claudia

 

- Father died a day like today. Do you remember the year? Maybe 2017? It was February, I remember. Oh, I remember well. It was his birthday. The 10th. It was snowing...do you remember? Do you remember he said it was snowing too when he was born? Isn't that strange? He died the same day he was born and it was snowing like when he was born... Many years have gone by... What will be of us Silvia?

Silvia seemed not to hear her.

- Silvia, do you hear me?
- Why look back? - She replied.
- Why? There is no why. Or…maybe there is. It is warm today. It’s his birthday…that’s why…many things…that apparently have nothing in common…but they have. They are asking for a form, they ask to be shaped and come to light…like memories…

- It’s nonsense, Claudia.
- What?
- What you say has no sense, Claudia.

Claudia had never been enamoured of intensity and greatness and rash in life. She had lived in fear. All her life. She had lived a normal life in fear. A diminished life as she liked to think.She was forty-eight now. She had lost much of her life on plans at once narrow and promiscuous.She had kept a stabile ground, though: philosophy. She had that interest kept enclosed, as a hard habit, which maintained her in a state of concern that had salvaged her many times from a life without a quality.How many me were born before me? That was the philosophical question that had been withholding her far from a lack of a certain spiritual life ill-matched with the meanness of her otherwise unqualified life.