THE PASSION AND THE SENSE OF EMOTIONS - ANTHROPOLOGICAL STUDY OF HUMAN STATES
THE PASSION AND THE SENSE OF EMOTIONS - ANTHROPOLOGICAL STUDY OF HUMAN STATES

Summary/Abstract: Holding head in my hands, I`m thinking of everything that passed in all my fifty-eight years of existence on Earth. So quickly they passed ... like yesterday I was romping in the big house of my maternal grandparents, holding a bottle of milk. That bottle was my property and no one was allowed to take it from my hand except when it was empty. I was so happy and proud that I owned something. My father decided my right of ownership. He was my idol. I perceived him strong and highly confident. Everyone who composed his family was protected by him, and we felt defended. Upstairs rooms were ours, of the whole formed around his stability, three bright, high rooms, where at the noon sun was penetrating among the branches of four plum trees, part of the orchard behind the house of the grandparents, indiscreetly snooping through all corners of the chambers. I liked sitting on the bed, face up, letting myself caressed by the gentle, warm rays. It was my own life, moments that I now remember with so much homesickness.

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