An alternative system.

A summer day four friends and me, went to Valencia to see a street market. When our mothers proposed the idea it sounded great, shopping for earrings and a lot of things, but when we arrived to the market we discovered that it wasn’t as we had imagined. It wasn’t a normal market. It was a kind of barter which isn’t paid in euros, was paid "Soles". It is a much more supportive and alternative system, the people associated exchange services, objects and knowledge. It’s a project by people for people, independent of political, religious or economic. For more information have a website: The creative network and solidarity.

While we were in the barter, “Canal 9” came to get an interview, and they make a video while we sold or bought items. It was a great day and I'm glad to have known this alternative system.

The maze

And she finally understood. He understood that you can’t live on memories, and there are moments that will never happen again. It was hard to see because she wouldn’t believe it, she refused the reality. Then there were the moment to put an end, the time to don’t continue lying to herself. Determined she goes to fix the situation, but again failed. She couldn’t leave all for that she had fought. She knew she had to do this, but she wouldn’t want to. She felt small and vulnerable, she wanted to grow but she had stalled, she walked and walked on a huge spiral of feelings that make she return to the starting point, as if it were a maze.
Lost, trying to find the exit but when she was moving the exit was more away. She closed his eyes and waited, just waited for something to happen, but nothing happened, and she had to walk again. Again he was about to start the maze whose output couldn't find. She kept looking for an exit, and this time it seemed that life had smiled her. For once she felt safe and was able to see the door which had been searching. She goes to the door and found a lock that only his words could open. Go through the door was one of the hardest things she did on his trip, she knew where that door would take her but not where it was going to take her. She crossed with the eyes closed and the door closed behind her. When she opened his eyes all had color, everything was illuminated. She found millions of smiles waiting for her. His mother received her with open arms, hugged her and comforted her by saying he had done the right thing. She closed her eyes and fell asleep on her mother arms, she was peaceful and once in live she was not afraid.
She opened her eyes; the old world of color is now showing grey and boring. In fact everything was just like yesterday, but her eyes had become a filter that didn't let in light. Desperate she asked what to do, what path had to take. Why it was all so difficult? Then she plunged into itself and she found the problem, her heart was still trapped in that maze. The memories and the continuing fight had filled her heart so much and it couldn't fit through that little door through which her body had passed. Paula.