4 Urban Dogmas

Finally, one is accustomed to the annual appointment of hands, shades, rosaries, crossings grates and breads that coexist in Argentine churches with the candles that some only ignite by tradition and others just in case. But they are daily scenes that disappear slow and quiet among other so many of the daily life on which we lived a pair ago of years abroad.

Nevertheless, its magnetism still receives but felt from distant spot when peace looks for, bread and work in distant places, in that there is 7 of August nor no San Cayetano with wheat ears which they have not arrived specifically from gift or by order.

I have seen it, to live in unexpected temples transformed into small images sent by grandmothers, mothers, friends and brothers within the doors of some locker in Amsterdam and showing accidentally from fold of some wallet, next to currency of an Argentine peso, tied with a celestial and white tape.
I cannot avoid nostalgia before the photographies of Santiago Cavinato, that they connect immediately with that portion of country that the Argentineans we took printed in the soul. Its glance gives back me to the train that stops harrased in the Liniers Station that furrows the Buenosairean west, where they raise and they lower thousands of people between whom i myself I was sometimes, trying to mitigate with curiosity some hopelessness.

Those faces, those prayers, that scent to hot wax, that bargaining in the sale of amulets of the positions in the streets returns intact in each image rescued by Santiago.
They are portions of the sample book of pains, desires, beliefs, penances, consolations and falsifications of one of the urban dogmas, that most of the Argentineans we bring it express or secretly installed in some portion of our being immigrant.

Alejandra Panighi
Barcelona, Spain