Carretillero
Jul 14, 01:30 PM
If there is one sound that represents our daily life in Cartagena, Colombia, where we chose to live years ago, after leaving France, it would be this one. The chanting/singing/shouting of the many street vendors who work in our neighbourhood.
This one was recollecting recyclable materials, and whistling while pushing his handcart. He would arrive every morning at 7h30 in our street. I don’t see him so often anymore.
These voices are now part of our soundscape. Some days, we barely notice them, other days we stop and listen, conscious that wherever we will go, now, they are engraved in our memories and sound like home, even if we weren’t born here. Do new sounds just add to the ones of our previous life? Replace older ones? Do they fuse?
Recorded by Christine Renaudat.
Part of the Migration Sounds project, the world’s first collection of the sounds of human migration.
For more information and to explore the project, see https://www.citiesandmemory.com/migration
IMAGE: Bybbisch94, Christian Gebhardt, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
This one was recollecting recyclable materials, and whistling while pushing his handcart. He would arrive every morning at 7h30 in our street. I don’t see him so often anymore.
These voices are now part of our soundscape. Some days, we barely notice them, other days we stop and listen, conscious that wherever we will go, now, they are engraved in our memories and sound like home, even if we weren’t born here. Do new sounds just add to the ones of our previous life? Replace older ones? Do they fuse?
Recorded by Christine Renaudat.
Part of the Migration Sounds project, the world’s first collection of the sounds of human migration.
For more information and to explore the project, see https://www.citiesandmemory.com/migration
IMAGE: Bybbisch94, Christian Gebhardt, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons