
When I was a kid I didn't like to go to my grandparents countryside house. Until today there's no cel reception and at that time I wanted to stay in the city with my friends. Probably stopped going when I was 15 or so. A decade later I went back there. Things had changed. My grandfather wasn't around anymore. He used to take such good care of the place, planting flowers around the garage pathway, cutting the bamboo so it didn't overgrow. Without him the place seemed abandoned. I immediately felt that nostalgia hit. The sugar cane that he would cut so we could chew or drink. The barbecues near the little river on an improvised grill with bricks. Ten years later I felt liberated to go there and be out of the network, away from the city, without reception but connecting with that place again. On the day I took this photo, I went to a store in the city to buy some rain boots (I think) and from the inside I saw this man and he reminded me of my grandfather.