To think the fragment is to think the eternal return of a rupture, to get the drift of a rift, a fundamental fissure, a groundbreaking ground. Dan Mellamphy, 1998
Recently I took part in a residency program in Budapest, I was living in Buda for a month and from Buda I walked often down hill to Pest with a soft smile touching all over my face. The city carries a gentle silent, for moments I thought I was taking part in a silent movie, in one of those movies that once were screened in the glorious New York Café at the Pest side of the city. I walked a lot, I saw the Danube and everyday I practiced the art of remembering. To remember is obligatory in Budapest and when you remember in Budapest you might not want to comeback because in Budapest like in Havana the present is willing to happen only if a better future comes by.
With subtle care I took memories into my hands and with joy I decided to be focus exclusively on fragments. During a month I didn’t pay attention to anything else but just fragments. Little pieces that I know once belonged to a complete picture, to a picture that once made complete sense.