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I felt like a bull in a china shop, very aware of my clumsiness.
I moved very slowly through the aisles; past displays filled with fragile objects whose value lies not only in their beauty but also in the passage of time.
Yes, I recently accompanied my daughter-in-law to an antique shop.
While she looked for a gift for a friend, I amused myself by wandering the aisles, examining each old porcelain plate, each filigree carved into pitchers and goblets; admiring the history of each object, some of which I imagine to be over a hundred years old.
Thinking about the value of these relics, something curious happened. Suddenly, I stumbled upon a memory from my childhood.
For a moment, I was transported back to the refrigerator in my Caracas home, to take out a gelatin dessert that was always served in small, carved pink dishes.
There they were, those dessert dishes from my childhood on which I indulged fruit salad, custard, or passion fruit mousse.
I continued my journey among mirrors, clocks, and necklaces, savoring the experience.
My daughter-in-law appeared, saying I hadn’t found what I wanted, so we were leaving.
In the end, I didn’t break anything, and we left the store.
Me, who’s in the middle of minimizing, couldn’t resist this sweet déjà vu (already seen, or in this case, already eaten).
I’ll be back for my dessert pink glasses.
Old things definitely have a charm.
I hope so, because when it comes to antiquity: I’m one.
