Chairs of the road


Like many kids of my age, I traveled to Buenos Aires to study at the university but every holiday for the first few years, I spent it at hometown. 

It was a long harsh trip by bus, but as soon as it entered Santiago del Estero, chairs and rugs started to pop up by the side of the road. They hung from wires painting a beautiful garland in the dusty lane. Quietly they welcomed me and whispered that, finally, I was coming back home.