Humberto Silva (Armenia , Colombia . October 13, 1938 ) . Serene, distant, a man of few words, humble. Never went to school, somehow learned to read and write . A plumber. Passionate about football. Referee during his youth. Three daughters, never married . Willing to learn and follow recommendations.
I feel like I don’t know him. He is so quiet and yet I love him so much. There are many stories about him. Once he was followed by a mysterious black dog in the middle of the night as he passed through a dangerous football field in a Colombian slum. He said the devil was taking care of him. The next day people were found dead in that field, and yet he miraculously made it without a scratch.
He used to take me on hikes and to the park when I was little. Bought me chicharrón arepas and soda. Always gave me an allowance, showed he cared for me even though he never verbally expressed. The most critical part of it is that we are not blood related, he is my mother’s stepdad, but he raised me as his own. He is the only father figure I ever had.
Recently I became aware of his fragility, he will soon pass away. I won’t have him anymore, so I decided to go start going through his stuff. This project is about trying to find hints of his character, of the man he is. Hoping his personal belongings could reveal what he never could.