On a friend’s blog, I came across this photo, depicting Captain Carlos Fortino Sámano, facing a firing squad in 1917, during the Mexican Revolution. Please don’t ask me any details about that revolution/civil war, because it’s even more complicated than the Russian revolution/civil war. Maybe the officer of the Constitutional Army was so confused himself that he preferred to be shot rather than be entangled in the 10-year battle between Federalists, Constitutionalists, Conventionists, Carrancistas, Felicistas, Huertistas, Maderistas, Magonistas, Margaritas, Orozquistas, Porfiristas, Reyistas, Villistas, Zapatitas and the Germans, who, as I have noted repeatedly on this blog, are pretty much responsible for all the mayhem ever caused in human history.
Hands in the pocket, shirt, hat, cigar and cool, I was eerily reminded of some of my own photos. Like this one, taken after discovering Clint Eastwood’s stash of cigars in a small town in Andalusia.
Or that one time at the cemetery in Piura in Peru, where I was caught in the crossfire of a photographer’s rifle, I mean lens.
Because I had never seen the photo from 1917 until now, I am seriously wondering about the coincidence. Have I finally discovered whose reincarnation I am? That would explain how I could suddenly speak Spanish.
Anyway, I think one should always leave home looking as if one was about to be shot. And you wouldn’t want to be captured for posterity in shorts and flip-flops, would you?
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As a matter of fact, yes, I do wear shorts and sandals most of them time. When the weather is too cool for shorts, I switch to yoga pants.
Commentary on any photos would have to be “She was comfortable”😂😂
Haha, that’s a great comment, too!
I once knew somebody who had been in an earthquake when she was a young girl. She had to run out of the house, into the street in the middle of the night. There, she felt terribly ashamed that everybody saw her in her nightgown.
Ever since, she went to bed perfectly dressed and with make-up, ready to dash to safety in style.
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Thanks Andreas, for this and the cigar story. Having just read that Clint Eastwood produced, directed and acted in a film this year – at the tender age of 91 – the cigar story drew my attention. What a stroke of good fortune! I hope you enjoyed them all!
(P.S. he apparently doesn’t smoke off-screen)
That’s a goal to achieve: to smoke only for the camera… Alas, I am still far from it. :/
But I am glad I am hooked to cigars instead of cigarettes, because you can’t smoke them on the go or during a quick break. You really need 30 minutes or more, and preferably a calm and relaxing setting.
Love the picture and the story as usual you hit the ball with this one.
can’t wait for your new article. Thank you for making me dream.
Dreaming is what this blog is all about!
Reminiscing dreamily about past adventures, dreaming about new adventures, or, when nothing happens, dreaming up what could happen.