My mother raised me in a courtyard where she looked. She took me there as a boy, because unlike the children of the neighborhood I could not go out to the street, which was already called La Calle Nueva, like this section I published here for some time. That street, Calle Nueva, was inhabited by people like my parents; we were all poor, but few knew exactly what it was to be poor, until we saw in the village, Puerto de la Cruz, those who were ri…
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My mother raised me in a courtyard where she looked. She took me there as a boy, because unlike the children of the neighborhood I could not go out to the street, which was already called La Calle Nueva, like this section I published here for some time. That street, Calle Nueva, was inhabited by people like my parents; we were all poor, but few knew exactly what it was to be poor, until we saw in the village, Puerto de la Cruz, those who were ri…