Meeting point

 

The playground of my childhood included several streets, each one of them had a fountain of public water. There my friends and I had a place where to cool off. Twenty five years later, theses fountains represent  an anecdotal presence since water is no longer potable, as drinkable as it had always been. Nowadays, at Paracin, in the heart of Serbia, a fountain is the same meeting point that was once for my community, where children and adults converge towards that precious fresh water at all hours of the day. The Mayan Apocalypse hypothesis could returned to us this contact with the close past, it would have remitted us back to the beginning, in an era dominated by all kind of impersonal contacts.

 

Roberto Goya