In Memoriam of a good man
Dad and my daughter
Alfredo Zamudio Concha was born in Santa Rosa de Huara, in the desert of Tarapaca, during those last golden years of the rich mines of sulphate (salitre). He lived a rich - and a poor life - and this is a tribute to him and the people he met. He died in exile in 1999.
And first of all, he was a happy man. And a self-made drawer, technician, contractor, driver. Thousands of small stories could be told. Like the one when he went to the jungle to find oil. Or about his truck, wisely enough named and baptized ad "Goodbye My Money"
But I guess I could start sharing one of his drawings to his grand-daughter. And remember, this is made by a guy who himself sat three years in prison.
My fathers birthday card to my daughter, in1995