Many times in my city there are portals, portals to other epochs and times in history, mostly to the past. The walks I take in this way are visionary.

This beautifully crafted wooden door opened before me to take me into a world where human and not so human faces and figures would take centre stage.

Past the main door I came across signs indicating that I should go up a strange tube and in this way I could travel in time.

A big sign told me that I would soon see these people, I could walk among them and see them in their experiences, without them being able to see me. But I wasn't so sure about that.

A walk through a time of sorrow, suffering, but above all of very human traits, fiercely human.

I don't know if they were human, but they seemed to be, although many of them seemed to be saints who wanted to know what it was like to be human.

Other people accompanied me on this walk, but each of them was so focused on the scenes they saw that they didn't see me, or each other.

A magical journey and walk out of this reality.

Each person in the place was looking at a window, and each window had a beautiful, antique frame with decorations and glitter of its own. When people did that they were lost in time inside what they saw.

I would look at them from afar and wonder what they saw. I had to see for myself.

Do you see them as they stare absorbedly into each of the frames? I think there's something about those windows. That was going through my mind. So far I had only looked around me on this walk without paying specific attention to anything in particular.

But there were a lot of windows, so I had to investigate some of them.

I approached the man thoughtfully, and I also noticed that he was praying in deep concentration. It must be because of the times we are going through.

This wise man seemed to be writing the history of mankind in the many books he had there, and he led me to the next window.

There I could see someone who seemed to feel guilty with a distressed face, or maybe he had lost something?

A nun was writing about peace as she watched a dove pass over her, and it gave her hope and motivation for her writing.

On my walk I met two men, I think they were monks or priests. They were very concentrated in their prayers and thoughts.

I think I was transported back in time to the same date today, but in a year long ago, though I never knew which year. Could it be that this is how they lived these days in the past?

Many of those who came on my walk were pensive, perhaps reflecting on life in general or on the moment in history.

Others seemed to be guided by angels and I also seemed to see different people as if they were saints or special people for that moment. Their faces were serene.

In this beautiful window, I saw a man but he also looked like what they said at that time were saints, I looked at his head, his face and his crown in one hand.

He was living a path and a walk, out of the ordinary, the people I saw were suffering and had a lot of sorrow.

At this moment I knew why or what was the reason for so many people in that state. No further words were needed. I was in a historic moment that marked a before and after.

I was able to appreciate that moment live through these windows of time, especially those expressions on the faces that said it all. What those people experienced at that moment was captured and felt.

Faces of desolation, of loneliness, of sorrow, of suffering and every time I looked through a frame... sorry window, I could feel a little of what those people lived there.

Appreciate the details, the faces, the human or not so human figures, their clothes, the environment. A walk that transported us to such important events in the history of mankind.

History tells us that many artists have captured these events in paintings and sculptures, so well done that they look like photographs. What do you think, is what I am seeing real or just a painting?

I was able to step out of the windows and back into the real world, where memories of these historic moments awaited me. In one room there were countless items of what I had experienced. But if I had travelled back in time, what did it all mean?

Reality or dream, the truth is that it was an amazing walk, these time travels I really like. They allow me to be in the place, to imagine those situations.

Thank you all for joining me for part of the art exhibition called Fiercely Human. It was spectacular.

Best regards to all and see you next time.
Amonet.

All photographs are my own.