Semana Santa. Sevilla y el barrio.

 

[Colour 35mm film. Canon] Me and Curly’s trip to Seville for Semana Santa. Amazing food, heated arguments by the rivers edge, young boys in strange high socks. Rich women with plaited belts and  high telephone bills, just marmalade on toast please.

Next stop Jimena donkey land to go  see my family. We got the mardiest bitter bus driver on the ride back, no toilet on board so the toilet ended up being a plastic smoothie cup, water bottle and unfortunately the bus seats and Tom’s crotch.

We watched the silent procession, a very beautiful and dark experience- just as Jesus passed me eyes my dad muttered his usual inappropriate joke in my airspace, just enough for me to choke a little on the calamari remnants in my throat. We rejoined the table, scattered with fish of every kind, in warm company of 10 children a few adults and even Minnie the dog.

I’d missed my growing dysfunctional family.

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