Time goes and though it works faster over people, unmost unnoticed houses and buildings undergoes its forces too. New buildings are seen from far, but the small houses which gave place to them vannish from the city missed only by those who used to use that very street everyday.
And in some places other houses still resist. May be an old couple still lives in there. May be the grands are already gone but a new family inherited the house and struggles to keep it connected to history.
And here in São Paulo city we have some small business helping history to breathe. Small places that buy old wall tiles and keeps them like ole books on a library. Maybe somebody will show up looking for that particular drawing so that the old walls will look as new again.
I visited one such place the other day and had a good time there talking to the man working in there. He’s been working in this business for 12 years now. He has been looking to the history march right at its very eye.
As for my grandma, she isn’t alive anymore. And some months ago, after we lived in the house for many more years, the house was sold, my mother moved to another city… Walls can be fixed, but history will never stop.