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Regards! Here I will leave a little anecdote not very everyday but those that make you think about what surrounds us.

On a certain afternoon, I was on my way to the museum in my city to give a basic photography course to a friend who was excited to learn, we talked on the phone and we stayed to see us at noon there in the museum. I already had my camera, I was walking the way that corresponded between the traffic and the agite that characterizes the city centers, avoiding policemen because despite not having the camera visible, it could cause them to stop me (and as we say here) they could I loved my camera and I preferred to avoid a bad time.

Already freeing myself from the convulsive city for the rush hour I am entering the Museum and looking for the apprentice of the photography I see some zamuros marauding in the heights, then, I came across with a "great coincidence" (as I continue to call it) a great and " brand new "zamuro perched on the figure of Christ, no one had noticed his elegant pose, seemed to have been waiting to teach me that I am another apprentice of photography, very carefully I took my camera, which had intentionally deconfigured to start there as task with the class, I went as if nothing happened.
It seemed that my time was flying and for the zamuro, an eternity, unforgivable, as they have been stigmatized, like the guards of death.

Then, the camera was ready, and I started taking pictures very covertly with the intention that the people who were around did not notice, but it worked only for a while, people gathered and opinions and prejudices began to be heard; a lady said: remove that animal from there! (Looking at me in a bold way or as if I was crazy to capture that moment with the camera) For me it was just a model, month was giving a class, an exercise. A man with his little daughter said: Friend, and that? and I told him: I take advantage of the fact that he does not see himself every day, and he answers: it seems like the devil, I'm leaving. Others looked at the animal contemptuously and murmured things that they have learned in the churches and who knows where else.

For me, it was a nice animal that, due to the rainy weather, was looking for a way to catch the breeze and the few rays of sunlight that coincided right at the highest point of the building inside the museum, which is a small chapel and it was not just him, his scavenger colleagues were also doing the same while they ignored us completely and better so they did not care because with so many comments, they free in the heavens, they keep an eye on those of us below knowing that we will die and eat us up the useless prejudices and comments.