
Gioconda Casanova,
Constitucion nov. 1942
Like everybody i have two grandmothers, one that is still alive and is 94 years old, she has the most wrinkled hands i have seen and the most beatifull face in the world.
and another that is dead, my mothers mother, Gioca i used to call her.
She died when i was around nine or eight i think and even thought i spend almost all of those first eight years of my life talking with her it isnt much what i can remember well.
But what i do remember is that she was crazy , very inteligent and she drank coffe and eat chocolate like it was the end of the world.
She told me crazy stories about ghost and dead relatives and i went home at night scared to death.
I think i will never know if some of the stories were true or not (some are for sure fake) but the story of her life and the way she told it to me...
according to the few things i recall she said they came from italy, had a lot of money due to the oxigen factory her family had and because it was the first an only oxigen factory in chile they got rich out of air.
she had an unhappy life with her family and not a very good life with her husband, she suffered a lot and when i meet her she was anxiously waiting to die.
her family hate her and the family lawyer got away with most of the money,her parents sold the factory by pieces, donated land to the church and the university and made the most stupid decision they could, Gioca told me they even burn down the house so she didnt have anything for her.
she was a beatifull women, had amazing blue eyes and a black hair that remaing black until she died, she is now buried in El Cementerio General and i visit her grave almost every month.
I miss her, i wish i could talk to her now.
i will never forget her face, her bed and those black glases she wear to see, her white wrinkled face and those amazing conversations, she treat me like an adult.
We draw birds together and talk about everything.
she draw girls faces on the back of cardboard boxes (she recicled everything) she made me believe i was going to be a great artist if i work hard.
she gave me birthday presents like five days before in case she finally died (she told me many times she couldnt wait to stop living) and i was happy the day she died.
basco vazko.