Saturday, March 18, 2006

Alice In Wonderland

I've passed this house half a dozen times this year. Like something out of a fairy tale, it's this one story slapstick building set up in an empty space between two favela "high-rises." It looks like a child's drawing: heavily angled roof, the door so low and squatty that it can't even accomodate a child standing up straight, with just a sheet hanging for a door. When I went visiting with Janneke the other day, to meet with some of the families of the kids who go to the after-school program, we stopped by. And got invited inside.

I'm not kidding, people. I felt like Alice. You crawl through the front door, and there's a whole world under this roof. Three or four rooms that just keep on going back and back, a lofted kitchen and bedroom near the rear, and I could stand up without any trouble. It was eerie.

There are five people who live there permanently, but from the looks of it, there were a whole lot more grandchildren who made it a temporary resting place. The grandmother is the matriarch, caring for her netos who have lost parents or simply weren't wanted...

She has a beautiful smile. And one of the coolest, Escher-esque homes in Manguinhos.

3 comments:

Sue said...

I liked the one about the suits on the monkey bars... I think Manhatten could use a few of those!

Sue said...

what happened to the other post?? I am so confused by technology. it seems the previous post fell down a rabbit hole, or perhaps into the looking glass...

--jenna said...

what other post? i deleted a doubled one...but unless i'm falling down a rabbit hole, i didn't do anything else...