Aretha

January, 2011. ARETHA, a city made as it was. A city trapped in the sand of an old hourglass. A city in wish necessity was seen as the mother of invention. Ruins and traditions of past generation where found on every street, house, citizen, on every born child. Darkness and sadness of an oppressed society ruled by a dark hearted leader was also found. ARETHA was a town with no future at all.

Old concrete houses were the mold in ARETHA. Houses were built together and divided by an old half concrete wall. Everything can be heard from a block house. The houses had walls so tall that it made the roof impossible to reach. Each wall was filled with holes that looked like decorations. The floors tiles were so old that the drawing cannot longer be seen. Like a bird in a cage, ARETHA had these big walls that separate her from the world. The city of ARETHA spent hours and hours in absolute darkness. Not even the light from the light post could illuminate ARETHA’s dark nights. The roads had more holes that concrete. Besides the best transportation to be found was their own foots. Technology seems to miss ARETHA.

ARETHA looks like a paradise with no future for its angels. Over there people instead of moving further, they were going back in time. People were found sleeping on their porch criticizing each other lives. Children’s were also in the dark street playing all kinds of game you can imagine. Moreover ARETHA was also a city were morality was something of the past. It could be describe as a though that only could live in the mind of an aged person sitting in the corner of a street.

Boys and Girls that live there had to mature at an early age. Basically teenager had to act as adults. Manny time they became parent when they did not know such concept. Although school did not exist, people loved to learn and were looking for personal grow. Pride was their only weakness. On the other hand what makes ARETHA so important was the sovereignty between its resident. How they helped each other even though they were all struggling in the same issues. They were so united that they considered their neighbors as family members.

Finally, most of the sons and daughter of ARETHA share the same dream. A dream in which began in giving a better future for their newborn. But at the end of the day that dream seem to be as just an illusion. At the same time what makes ARETHA so mysterious was that although some of her sons could escape. They always will end up coming back to her.