 Book:
ENTRE MI HIJO Y YO, LA LUNA
Pages: 245
Ilustration: A 1 COLOR
Measure(cm.): 22,5 X
15,5 X 1,6
Weight: 440 GR.
Price U$S: 50
In 1972 a
group of young rugbyers belonging belonging the Old
Christians School in Montevideo left to Chile on a
Sporting Tour.
The
plane met a great storm
that lost
all radio contact and fell
in the middle of the Andes Mountain Chain without
leaving any trace.
Carlos
Miguel Páez Vilaró, son of the Uruguayan artist was one of
the Young players.
As
soon as Carlos Páez Vilaró heard of the news, he
decided to go immediately to the place of the tragedy where he
joined the rescue group organized by the Chilean Government.
In
spite of the tiresome and desperate efforts carried out
during eight dreadful days, the authorities gave up every
scouting and searching and the accident was finally declared
with no survivors.
Nevertheless,
Páez Vilaró didn´t give in and started the ultimate and
almost hopeless searching of his loving son.
Chile
suffered continuous stormy weather and
it was passing through considerable political
movements but Páez Vilaró gathered volunteers, he
consulted foreviewers and rabdomants and went every place
where the plane could have fallen.
Three
months after the accident, his everlasting faith won the
battle when
sixteen survivors were finally found, before a general
feeling of happiness and disbelief.
Carlos
Miguel was one of them.
His
father wrote
about this painful and terrible moments, one of the most
dramatic and dreadful accidents suffered by a human being.
It
had a happy ending on Christmas Eve when a father and his
son met each other in a deep loving embrace.
If you cannot find me immediately, don´t give up.
If I am not in a place, look for me, I´ll be waiting you
somewhere,
I wait for you, in some place I am
waiting for you."
Walt Whitman
“Each
time I´m looking at the moon, I have
in mind that my parents are doing the same,
and
that makes me feel very close to them”.
“When the moon appears behind the mountains
I think that I´m sharing the same moment with
my son.. Probably
it is the only moment that we can
both share and it works as a mirror to keep us
closely
together”.
“…
The inevitable happens, someone brings us
news that the plane has not been found yet. Faded hopes and sobbing comments can be heard. I must be
ready to part immediately with only the clothes I have on.
Mercedes
opens Carlos Miguel´s wardrobe and says to me:
-Daddy,
Charlie always takes your clothes when he has to travel.
Why don´t you take some of his now?
She
is right and I put on what fits me better.
Afterwards
I go to the room, I embrace Madelon, Buba and the girls who
are crying in the same bed.
I promise them to return with Charlie, come what may.
-We
are sure that that you´ll get it Daddy, says Ago.
You have always fulfilled your promises.
I
carefully step over the groups of my son´s friends who are
sleeping exhausted on the carpet or resting in the
corridors.
Deeply
anxious and concerned I decide to go to the airport
earlier. The
fact is to convince myself that I am on the way to meet my
son, without delay …”
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