It was in Santiago de Cuba.
Sitting in front of the door of her house there was an old woman and in front of her, on the ground, this couple of shoes. I looked at her and looked at her shoes. To the point he told me:
"Care me, I sell them cheap."
"Lady, Disclpee me, but what could I do with her old shoes?"
"What you would do I don't know ... but if you knew what I did with them ..."
"Can you tell me? What did you do?"
"I danced. I danced with my husband (that God has it in his glory). I danced many Sunday afternoons and many Saturday nights. And also at home. And in the patio. And at the house of friends. Years and years. With them I danced. With my cute shoes. "
"And now, why do you want to sell them?"
"M'Hijo, because I don't have to eat."
"Wow! ... okay. I buy them. But ... isn't it going to give you sorry to get rid of them?"
"Well yes ... Of course he will give me ... And a lot !! .
"You don't speak anymore. Here you have your little talk and I wear the shoes that so many times danced on their feet."
"Lord, you are wrong ... you gave me more ... they are not worth so much."
"Don't worry. Go and solve. Good morning."
And I kept walked. With the camera bag hanging on the shoulder and plastic soap with shoes inside.
I went to visit a friend who lived in the same neighborhood. We talked and laugh. After a while I asked me to access your patio. There I took this photograph. Old shoes (surely from the time of Batista) photographed on the mosaic of an old Santiago colonial house.
Back I passed back in front of the house of La Viejita. Was not. He had removed the stool and closed the door. I called and nobody answered. He will have gone to make the purchase with the money I gave him, it was what I thought.
So I picked up on the stump of a dead tree and threw the bag, with the shoes inside, on the air.
Describing a parabola, Santiagueros shoes fell into the lady's garden. And, in that way, I was happy, knowing that they returned home and with their only possible owner.
Pepe Navarro
Santiagueros shoes
