Memory of an elephant

Hello!

Somebody always has to push the buttons that I carry with me, this time it was my memory button that was pushed, it then started me thinking of the past, a long long time ago in the country where I was born, El Salvador.

I was talking with my little brother, when we came to Canada he was but four years old, four years younger than I was. For some reason I have this pathetic memory that makes me remember stuff that happened so many years ago and that most of us, the brothers, have forgotten. So one of the questions he asked me was if I remember anything from El Salvador because he didn't know anything about it. Memories about my father, my mother, my grandmother and any event that happened when we lived there while "visiting" that place.

I told him that I remember a lot, funny enough all the memories that I have are found and happy memories. I don't recall anything bad, maybe the worst memory that I may have was when my father tried to suicide. Yeah! I don't know the reasons behind it but he took some rat poison and was fucking dying! What I remember was that he was lying flat on a bed puking his brains out and his brothers and sisters were surrounding him, I walked into the room where the event was taking place and I ask what was going on, one of my uncles told me to go and get my mother and tell her what was going on, so I did. I remember the ambulance getting there an our mother telling us, weeks after, that our father had tried to kill himself by ingesting rat poison. This is the worst memory I have from that era. I also pushed my brain to go as far as possible and I did! I remember when I was a little boy, perhaps I was three, my Nana and I went to the house that I believe was my grandmother's house. She had a big old house with a humongous door and her maid didn't let us through because my grandmother wasn't there, I think this is the earliest memory I ever had from when I used to live in my country...



Sigh.... to remember is to live again....