TRENBIDEA

Published by DEIA, Sept. 15, 2011



All the results from the people’s group activity that concentrate in a determined place call our attention. To me markets, the turmoil of the stores, the bargaining or the people’s conversations in the different stands produce a sensation of life for me, of well-being that I have even tried to materialize in my last album "Ultramarinos & Coloniales". At the end they are so many stories, so many memories, which everything is engraved deep inside of us.

In the world there are many markets and it is difficult for me to just highlight ones from others because each one has his own charm, but the other day I saw a peculiar one, I’m not sure in saying it is fascinating or just crazy. It is about The Death Market, situated in a small town of Samut Songkhram, around 100km from Bangkok, Thailand. It´s an open market (flee market) in which, when you discover its secret, you cannot believe it. It is in the middle of a railroad! Several times a day the train goes right through the middle of this unique bazaar obliging the salespeople to move their stands just in time so the train can pass, then replacing the stock again in its place to sale as if nothing has happen. Everything happens in a normal way, without a lot of hassle, because the salespeople of The Death Market have an incredible ability to set and remove their stands, so when the train comes close they have to clear the track for the monster that every day makes his way literally over all their products.

The capacity that we have from adaptation in our environment is incredible and how when we value something we make good use of it, to its maximum. And it is a pity that when something is abundant or easy to achieve it loses all our interest and even we throw it away. In this case the space is a scarce good and I ask myself: What wouldn't these people do in one of those giant-sized shopping centers that we visit continuously and that have corridors and stores with so ample spaces?

The man’s imagination is able to derive benefit from what almost does not exist and I say almost because all that is imagined already has one way or another its existence.

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