Gabriel Solórzano

GET AMAZED!

Although the priests Gustavo Rojas Parra and Luis Ignacio Andrade glimpsed a
project in which they gave all their wisdom and their commitment, they did not
measure what extended the impact would be upon that it would cause in the
community. After 50 years in operation, Claretiano School has worked on an
ambitious but fruitful project where values and academic foundation are the axes
for complete formation. After 50 years, the tens of generations who transcended
and experienced the Claretian feeling and lifestyle that the gospel printed on
missionaries.

Thus, my first experience on working here was supported by how well famous this
school is so that it is reliable every good commentary people can hear about it. So
to be part of this project is a great responsibility when the future and life plan of
students are involved into our labour
as teacher. Therefore, our
commitment as English Department
is to empower those children for
educating better citizen and building
a new projection of this city, taken in
account what people are and need
nowadays.

To be teacher here is being a great

life experience which foster my
language skills to enhance in order
to teach coherently and basis my
personal abilities to build
commonwealth links which we could
improve our living and shape our
personality with. Finally, I think
personally that we might build commonwealth with commitment other 50 years.
 Gabriel Solórzano

THE LAST OF US

The man walked slowly and confusingly. His head ached as if it were a
strong bruise, making it harder and harder. He wandered through the cold, gloomy
and solitary corpse of what a big city was once, made up of buildings of gilded
reflections, immaculate asphalt and vertiginous routine with crowds full of life and
death. Now, only his footsteps were echoed among the memories of concrete that,
at that moment, looked ancient and distant as if it were not the same place he had
driven along his home before. It was the same path every day he had to travel,
always overwhelmed, by his opinion of what he considered his "existence", the
obligation to have a conventional family and the mere uncertainty of making
decisions. He travelled more than 8 miles since he woke up in his office.

He knocked three times but the only "alive thing" he heard was the grinding
of the door with its "knock, knock." He decided to use the latch, which was
unlocked, to come inside. Nothing was there. Even the remnants of his memories
were still combined with the microscopic dust making them imperceptible.
Everything was blank; His pictures and his children's drawings he considered
stupid, incoherent and annoying. Nothing stayed there, neither his scribbles of
accounts and numbers nor the traces of the kids. Nothing existed anymore. All the
space of his house was a gleaming and diaphanous canvas ready to use. The
tears emerged while he followed the steps in the corridor where his children used
to toy. The ghosts of their laughter being hashed by his relentless character were
faded on the corners. In this way, he came inside his room and opened the door,
finding a distressing panorama. No blood, to understand what had happened, no
traces of his wife, even his personal objects, clothes and jewels were there. It was
like he never existed. ― But what is this? ―he wondered dismayed. ― Where is
everybody? My kids and my wife? ― Where's my life? ― He was screaming as he
kicked what was in his path. He missed the noise from the voice of his family.
 Gabriel Solórzano

He had realized how necessary it was imperative to listen to the whistle of

the cars at rush hours, the busy crowds on the street and even his boss, who
annoyed him with suffering lists to be done. Suddenly, he perceived the sound of
the door hitting. Next, the snoring of the wooden floor as if someone had come out
was heard. A smile revived in his pale face. Then, he ran to meet that stranger. It
does not mind if it was someone he had never seen. It does not mind if it was his
mother, whose excessive caring was fading up. It does not mind if it was a thief. It
minds just the fact of not feeling alone and isolated. He went outside but no trace
was seen. He decided to run for reaching it. He ran and ran but he didn't see him
anywhere. Even though he walked along for more than 3 hours, he only managed
to reach the edge of the bridge that crossed the Rio Grande. Standing there, he
analysed the possibility of making part of that reality. He wanted no longer exist. It
was no longer meaningful to go on living that cursed dream, it made no sense but
finding the meaning of his life could be his salvation. He went up to the bridge wall,
looked at the silver-looking water surface, ready to jump. However, something
stopped him. Something was reflected on water. There would be an illusion, a
shadow, and a hope standing behind him.