Panchito‘s Diary

My childhood home was a dream. 

I woke up under heavy wool blankets, hearing how the wind trembled against the Eucalyptus and its leaves tick on the windows as if they wanted to sleep too.

The air was cold. The floor was warm. The wood was eaten and some possums lived between the clay and bamboo walls.

I shared a room, I shared a bed.

I helped my brother get his ewwy wounds healed before sleep.

Every morning we got some luke warm milk by bike. The milk was warm because it was less than an hour fresh.

We boiled it, to pasteurize it. The skin was a delight for me. I spread it over my -also- warm wheat Bun with Maize heart.

I hated cheese. It was sturdy, salty and sour.

The lights began to trespass into almost every room. Making the ocre colors bounce of the leather, clay and bricks around.

Everything made sounds. U could hear when someone was coming by. When someone got in bed or just got some kettle boiling.

It was like a castle made of paper.

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Wow, Frän but what does that have to do with Ikea?

Well well well.

I like some Ikea furniture. Because of the wood reminds me how important this natural material is, I FUCKING HATE VYNIL FLOORING OR CERAMIC. And because it’s the only way that I can afford some designer shit from their Special collaborations. (I still think ikea is evil, cuz late stage capitalism, wood mafias and I never really trusted sweds, not even teenage engineering, abba nor viagra boys)

I find there (and on the second hand market) some tough full designs, that remind me that not everything has to be comfortable. Sometimes it just has to be nice to you and not only ur ass.

Why do I care u ask? Because my home is my nest. My safe space. My cave. So in my process of getting out of my depression I understood that I need to take care of my environment to take care of myself. I began therefore my journey to make the place that I live, like a place I want to come back to.

I aspire that my home will be as cool as my childhood home. As cozy, loud and welcoming. Because we had some fucking big parties, where the whole family. but I mean THE WHOLE LATINX FAMILY, 80+ arrived and enjoyed some time together. Because my cave is yours. Mi casa es tu casa. Even tho im the one struggling every month to pay my rent :c

WHEN IS A FUCKING EXISTENCIAL INCOME ARRIVING?!