Each year leaves traces in the soul, prepares us to travel an unknown path but possible to live. In three hundred and sixty-five days we laugh, cry, create and sigh for dreams.

Humanity has lived convulsive times, and among them, a 2021 full of challenges much higher than those that affect us as humans. A pandemic has accompanied our days since 2020, but for this last year it has been engraved with moments that marked our existence.

We had to change our lifestyles: working from home without that warm feedback from the office, the street and people. The houses became schools, the children the protagonists, the mask an inseparable friend.

It seemed that culture was beginning to extinguish its flame, that concerns and fear for life grew in each Dr. Durán conference; but no, like the contagion curve we rose positively to reverse the situation.

The Historian’s Office lit its creative spark, took the social networks as a platform, broadcast live events, and created a summer program with virtual tours and activities with artists. It gave to his public, to the city and its inhabitants; a different but active way of continuing to feed on culture and its creation.

We went through many pages in which experience and responsibility painted a landscape in black and white, where the colors were set by human solidarity, the hug between acquaintances and not so well-known; how are you, I miss you, get better soon …

We come to this December 31st with sadness and joys, with dreams to fulfill, with the memory of those who continue to take care of us, even if they are not physically, with projects that wait for each idea to be built, with a heritage and a city that continues to harbor a past, present and future that depends on everyone.

Translated by: Aileen Álvarez García