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Our bodies and our minds are territories that can be conquered or shared in many ways. Our way of seeing the world and its beauties is shared too. As anthropologist student, professors used to say to us: Learn to see, learn to observe the world around you, just see. Once they even made us look at the same tree for hours, observe its leaves, its branches, count them, know their colors, observe the new born branches, the older ones, and the dying ones. Theres an indigenous village hidden in the mountains of Querétaro in México, called Sabino de San Ambrosio. The god of water lives in the holy river that is born from the roots of an old tree that remains from a time when the mountains used to have a forest that four hundred years later became a lonely, brown and dark green semidesert. Many plants and cactuses grow on this semidesert, the oldest and more protected ones are named Biznagas, this cactuses grow half an inch every year and they are three hundred years old. Every year, they provide a fruit named Guamichi, that is used in the region to prepare water and ice cream. My college and I, became friends with a local and wise woman called Carmen. We liked to walk with Carmen through the mountains to talk, laugh and maybe find some other fruits. One time we were walking through the mountain that had an other one infront as tall as the one we were discovering, I had already seen that mountain hundred of times, I even had to make a map of it. That day was brown and dark green like the first time I saw it. We were quietly and peacefully walking when suddenly Carmen said: I really love this time of the year, because when you take the Guamichi from the Biznaga a little bright yellow flower appears on each spot where the fruit used to be, I love them, they are the only flowers we have and they are the strongest. Suddenly I raised my eyes and I saw the entire mountain getting coloured in bright, beautiful yellow. It was like magic, in that moment I felt that I shared something stronger with Carmen. I understood then, that we can only see the small beautiful details of our amazing world when others share it with us. No matter how much we train our sight, we can not do it alone. We need a friend that cherishes this details as much as he or she cherishes us to share them, that moment made our friendship grow stronger like those little flowers. Our worlds were different but our eyes were the same now.