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A month ago I was told of an abandoned slaughterhouse. I went to visit with a fellow photographer. The next day due to some obscure destiny, on t… Read More
A month ago I was told of an abandoned slaughterhouse. I went to visit with a fellow photographer. The next day due to some obscure destiny, on the phone with my aunt, I told her about the Carnevali's slaughterhouse. She told me that in 1912, fleeing from the impending famine and war, sailed from Spain a ship full of immigrants. Two of them were my mother's parents, another one was Miguel Sancho, who then in Argentina founded and manage the Carnevali's slaughterhouse. Sancho was the "rich friend" of the family until the early '60s. Sancho died in the '70s, according to my own estimates. The company fell into bankruptcy in the early '80s. This is what remains. Read Less
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...tells the story of a hermit whom an inopportune visitor asked for an object that was in his cell.
 
The hermit had to go to find the object. 
But upon entering, forgot what it was, because the image of external things could not be recorded in his mind. 
Went forth and asked the visitor will repeat what he wanted. He renewed the request. 
The lonely came back in, but before taking the object, he had already forgotten what it was. 
After many attempts, he was forced to tell the inopportune.
-Enter yourself and find what you want, because I can not keep this image enough to do what you ask.
text by

Leon Bloy
from the
Captives of Longjumeau