On Tuesday March 12th I joined the people of La Guatlla for their last breakfast at the house. It is a tradition on the day a squat is going to be evicted for the residents to eat a big meal together in the street. Despite the gloomy weather, the early hour and the sadness of the occasion the house was full of laughter, chatter and playfulness as usual. Walls and dividers had been taken away creating a unique series of spaces to explore. Most of the useful stuff had already been removed to new houses and piles of what was left littered the floors and corners.
I drifted about photographing the strange non-space la Guatlla had become and at about 11 breakfast was served. As the huge sizzling pan of tomatoes and eggs, with bowls of guacamole, bread, salsa and other goodies were laid on a table in the middle of the road, the sun broke through the clouds and warmth and light flooded the scene. In a carnival atmosphere we feasted, more stuff was salvaged, goodbyes were spray-painted on the walls and I walked away in the sunshine.
Time takes away everything
and gives everything
nothing is lost
Thank you La Guatlla, I couldn't have put it better myself.