Box Night
by Pacho Coulchinsky
"Box Night in this neighborhood club on the our hometown, the same one we used to accompany our father on the occasions when we were children, to see the reality of a somewhat different lifestyle for which we grew up.
40 years have passed, however, everything remains almost the same, as if time was at an almost magical dead point: the boxing ring has not changed at all, nor the walls, nor the lights that fade, witnessing an old moment of certain splendor in the midst of lack of means, the same passion for this fun.
However, this time, something seems to be different and I fall quickly. It is very likely that the rung of these modern warriors is not as good as the previous ones, which seemed to have shone when we were children.
Today, to put it simply, there is not a budget as big as for the fearsome gladiators of the past. However, those who are here tonight seem to have gathered behind these young people with a clear goal in mind, to help them escape the vicious environment of violence, drugs and imaginable consequences that so many young children could have in some social challenge.
Truth be known, boxing is not my cup of tea. It may be due to the fact that I am not familiar with the rules of the sport, something similar to my distaste for the bullfights that some of my Spanish friends appreciate. Most likely, if I meet a true fan of both, I regret what I'm missing, but I dare say they will not change their minds.
I love imagining what goes through the minds of both fighters. Two people who greet each other with such respect at the beginning of the fight and a second later, fight with all their might to defeat the opponent, but when the fight ends, they greet each other with the feeling of being privileged. gregariousness.
Of course, at the end of the day, it's a sport and there has to be a winner in most cases, but one thing is to win most of the rounds and quite another to see a poor man knocked down on the floor of the track . Sound after suffering a brutal beating and that, ladies and gentlemen, it is difficult for me to swallow. So there you have it.
It was very motivating to make some shots during that night and as in general we all know each other here, I moved very comfortably.
Once the gaze is focused on what I see through the lens, you immerse yourself in another world and you forget the environment, it is like disappearing and entering another dimension. In addition, you realize how happy they are, both up and down the ring, to see that a camera is perpetuating that moment where they test the forces that can turn you into the next champion, even knowing that you will never get to Las Vegas ."
