Curico, Sweet Curico

My hometown’s name is Curico, it’s located in the north of the seventh region. My parents are from Santiago and before I was born they moved to Curico because my dad had a great job offer there.

I was born in Santiago (my parents wanted to show me to my grandparents, and they all live there) so I just born there and afterwards I went to Curico and lived there for almost 19 years. Then I wanted to go to college, and all the Universities that are located near Curico don’t have Sociology on their careers. So I had to come here, to Santiago and study the career that I wanted in the University that I wanted. Now I live with all my siblings (they also came here to study, because the careers they wanted weren’t in Curico they study Literature and Design).

I have been living in Santiago 4 years now and it has shown me that there is no place like home. Whenever I can, I go to Curico to see my parents and to visit my friends and walked all over the city. It is a beautiful city, now has a face that you couldn’t recognize because of the earthquake, all the historical places went down, or has to go down because they are dangerous.

The face of the city has been wrecked, but the warmth of the people stayed the same, a few of the citizens are organizing themselves so they can have a voice when the reconstruction takes place, some organizations want to maintain the colonial style of Curico, want to repair the historical places and don’t want to take them down. I’m a part of those people, because I think that the magic of Curico is exactly that, the history and the memory that is contained in the buildings and houses all over the city.